Silhouettes

I know one day
I’ll pick a blade of grass
in the front or backyard
and know it was worth it.

With the silhouette
of children running around,
as their big heads
shine in the sunlight.

I’ll be free of the cloud
I currently float in,
coasting atop a world
seemingly so far away.

I’m tired.
I know I’m young, but I’m tired.
I know this is what I want,
but I’m tired.

I miss you.
More with each day, each hour.
I miss us. I miss time.
I miss you.

Your sacrifice is a daily one.
I’m not deserving of your love,
but I cherish it, even when it feels
like I’m so far away.

It’s all part of a plan
to spend our lives
somewhere where we can
be happy.

So that I can lie down,
pick a blade of grass,
watch the kids with you in front of me,
and know it was all worth it.