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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