a thousand i miss yous linger
in the sky, stubborn clouds that they
are. but i am not tall enough,
nor can i reach high enough to
bring them down and spill them upon
the floor for you. so they remain
there, unspoken, unrained, unloved.

I just have to look
at you
to feel it.

To know it
I have to look
away.

Like the pages
of a book
mid-tornado,

Fragments of
information, the pieces
all out of place.

Still,

I believe you
beg to be
read.

My body hurts in fifty places
But my spirit is doing alright

A long but sweet day
A pleasant weariness, a joyful pain

Bones and muscles strain and spasm
With fond memories of a day well lived

Where human bonds were tied with smiles and hearty laughs
Where forced conversations turned to a genuine exchange of the heart

A day well lived. A poster child for days

The way I laugh has changed over the years.

Now I laugh harder and louder,

Betraying strain,

I laugh like my life depended on it