Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Some Mornings

There are some mornings
(like this one)
I lie in bed with
the sense of you
sitting by the window
watching me sleep
which you have never done
and the sense of your absence
is more like a fullness
more like a presence and 

there are some mornings
(like this one)
I lie in bed with
the weight of your absence
the weight of your presence
holding me still and I know
I'm a little bit crazy
to allow this to continue for
all these long years, this
wondering how 
I could have blown it 
so badly
wishing I had trusted my gut
and just ran out the door after you, 
leaving everything behind

saying, "Wait! 
Yes, go ahead,
yes ask me,
please ask me," and
"I will,
yes I will,
yes, let's!"


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