I often wonder
What its like to
Wake up
Thinking about what’s next
Loving that day
That sun
For shining on this face
This face that will see
All the things
That that face will not

I often wonder
If who I am
What I am
Is because of who I was
What I was
Was I always what I am?

I often wonder
When I will stop this pattern
Work. Sleep. Neglect. Guilt.
Repeat.
I can’t right now.
I’m too busy working.

Too busy to notice.
That I just keep wondering.
That the grass grew last night
A little more than usual
That you went to bed
One minute earlier.
That you parked on the street this time.

I often wonder.
What it means to be
You.