– Passing Time –
There were good years
and bad years,
and those in between,
years in which
my grief was unseen,
when uncertainty remained
despite my perseverance.
I would do anything in those years
to pass on the blame,
to keep from facing
that instinct of fear
which I had retained.
But it’s not too long now
until I will be back
inside the space of you.
It’s all we have
at the end of the day;
each other,
this love,
and the time we spend together.