There is too much left unsaid.

I can’t count the days swallowed by you.

I want to be wrapped in you so tightly

we forget what the air feels like.

I remember when we thought we still had time to waste.


I remember when I had so much time left here.

I drive home again and

she has outgrown all her clothes.

I don’t have to kneel to hug her now.


I close my eyes

and suddenly

I am old enough

to have old friends and old enemies

to have memories that won’t last forever.


When did we stop

measuring our lives in months?

I don’t want any of this to be unsaid.

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Written 9/18/19

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