Sitting Here

Words dance before my eyes
Begging to be read,
Toying with me, and yet
They dart around my head
In some abstract shapes
That make no sense.

And instead
I just sit here missing you.

Time lingers on,
The air peppered with sounds,
The hustle and bustle 
Of a day swarms around me,
I move forward,
Like the constant beat
Of the second hand on the clock

And yet
I just sit here missing you

Clouds drift across the sun,
Lazy brush strokes
On a still-life canvass 
That hangs above my head
Daring me to see its beauty
Beyond the ache
That grips my heart

As I just sit here
— missing you


may 2008






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