PoeticaL
cluttering the net since 2001

fleeting

Monday, Apr. 24, 2006
It’s late. I haven’t seen my husband all day. I miss him. I’ll miss him after he get’s home and after we are at last lying next to each other inhaling and exhaling…I will still miss him.

I will miss him in the morning, in the afternoon and later than even that.

Time is a fleeting thing, it is here today, gone tomorrow. It is something we can’t stop….and can’t tame….it’s an animal left out of a cage…running willy nilly away from us.

I will still miss him even after he’s here….because the time will go too fast and I already know that life will interrupt once again.

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