Shorts

The weeks have slid away
to that place
the weeks always go

and I have been looking
searching
all the corners of this room
for the words
I want to say:

I miss you.
I miss you.

I miss you.

 

if they ever write the story of these lost years
the pages graced by your name
are sure to be dog-eared in my edition

 

 

 

do you think a day will come
when i no longer look up
to you?

 

 

 

you know
i would change it
if i could

i am so sorry
that you never
had a song
to sing

 

 

 

whenever she smiled
it was like the sun coming out
after being behind the clouds
for a very long time