#201
i’m up thinking
about you soft sleeping
away away,
but not from thought,
i miss you
your breath,
i miss the moments
that have slipped so quick passed,
those meals and laughs,
i remember the abundance
more than the specifics
and i miss the details
like i miss you now.
i know they’re still there,
just as i know you’ll return,
that knowing doesn’t quell
the longing for long.
Come back come back,
come back to me.
#202
Does it end?
i should know by now that it doesn’t,
nor that i wouldn’t want it to,
more than i want the rough road to end
i want to ride over it with ease
to remember to enjoy the wind in my hair,
the Sun on my face,
that hard times are more perspective than anything
that time moves fast,
and i’m lucky to be swimming within it.
#203
Its always in front of us
hidden
but only by ourselves
within
the things we scan over
begin
to see the mirrors.
#204
There,
the colour,
the note,
that ease,
the tension released
the thought realized
the return home
to her arms.
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-Mr. Write