I counted the hours today

Though I usually allow them to slide glide

Elide from now to then

Free floating nebulous not my business

Measures made by men

 

Why is it then that I counted

Slowly waiting for them to pass and hoping

That they would before my watchful eye

Could notice enough to miss them

As I did you

During each day long hour

Filled with many more than the sixty

Minutes I expected to torture me

 

Remind me once more

Since I always forget to remember

That the time between us

Passes just the same

If I’m holding or missing you

Or you’re scolding or kissing me

 

Regardless of what I claim to know

The time still passes

Even when I miss you enough

That in one absent moment

I feel the fear of forever

 

 

 © Gayle Force Press 2006

 

 

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