The Time To Miss You

In the morning
when I wake
you’re there and framed
and so I take
the time to miss you
in that moment
it can't be saved up
and it can't be lent
and it can't be put off
and it can't be misspent
and we sure can’t take it with us
and then I wipe the dust from your face
and then I put you back in your place
and then I type to fill the space
so you won’t be gone without a trace

Let It Come To Me

This water won’t let me drown
it provides resistance as I push my way down
way down
it wants me to float
to surface
I thought its purpose
was to see me sink
but I think not today
rather than dive for the deep
I’ll strive for the steep, clean air
or maybe just let it come to me
buoyancy
slow and steady
I will rise
and surprise the sunlight
I’ve begun the climb
and the bends will end in time