So tired, a little bit sad, and desperate to get to bed early… Does it make it better that I’ve already got a couple of ideas for tomorrow and Friday’s entries?
Anyway, I’ll go with that sadness tonight and post a poem from 2006, rough around the edges but written for a close friend that I miss quite a bit.
November 5, 2006
12:28 am and I’m rubbing the sleep from tired eyes,
thinking those Sunday-night thoughts
and breathing those shallow Sunday-night breaths.
we’re caught in the same, you and i;
the nights pass silently,
the days scream by,
and my fear tonight is that we’ll run out of time –
Time to guess, time to check,
time to be sure that change is what we need –
the time that we need to mend it all.
Life seems to begin with loose ends to tie
and we look for closure all our lives,
just to live.
And it’s thoughts like this that are humbling;
thoughts like these that make for those shallow breaths.
We navigate these Sunday nights together,
longing for those deep, whole Monday-morning sighs.
G’night.