Odd how life can make you want

To sit back for a while, when the world takes flight around you.

How it abuses you like that. It makes  you just

Want to sit down and be sore.

But you could also get up, jump off, and soar



When I think of you

I remember the one and only morning

That morning we got up Still dark Still cold

Still asleep and I thought I’d just be there. 

That seeing you out the door made more sense physically

Than disappearing when I went to sleep.

So I thought I’d never sleep.

I thought I’d sleep when you left.