In the moment (A poem)

Not a great weekend for writing. This is what I was left with on Sunday…

This is the sting that should persist
that lingers on past the simplest tricks

All I’ve wanted is to close my eyes and dream
of having you here with me
to hold arm in arm and hand in hand
whenever we’d like to be

Tomorrow you might see
what matters most to me
I don’t know anymore
where you might want to be

(18 October 2015—posted October 20th)