I'll never see my age times two
Which means I'm more than half way through
This beautiful life I've built with you

You miss her.
Your recent visit did you good.
There is always guilt associated with time -
too long since your last conversation,
too long since your last visit,
too long since you last thought of her.

She is always with you.
Never faultering.
Never failing to hear your words
and know your heart.
All that is between you is time now,
and time is finite.

Calm has graced my days once more
now that “the four”
are healthy again.
Or dead.

I reach across the chasm between us
to see if you’re still there
Remnants of a nightmare
linger in the air
The sleep that fills my head
disorients me but then
I hear you breathing next to me
and I feel safe again

A fleeting wisp of time
when everything and nothing matter simultaneously.
We know when we’re having one,
or when we’re in one...
We instinctively stop to appreciate the now
and subconsciously allow our senses to take over.
The sights, the sounds, the smells...
And then it’s gone.
These moments, strung together,
tell the story of our lives.
They are what we will remember
as we take our final breath.

Piles of books and papers scattered over the floor
I can no longer see the carpet
***** dishes and empty fast food containers on every surface
Two desks on either side of an already narrow doorway
make it almost impossible to enter your world
of homework and YouTube and video games
Our office is a ******* mess
And you are perfect in it