I will wait for you,
At the coffee shop, where we once sat.
I will run past where you now lay, yearning for your touch.
Whispering out your name, out of breath.
We tell ourselves they are forever beside us... but are they?
Our children fulfill all we are missing,
The warm hug, the acknowledgment we are indeed alive.
But I still yearn for what is gone,
You were here, by my side, only a moment ago.
Life seems to push you further away,
I am gripping on to you as hard as I can.
I am.
I can see you in her eyes,
An old soul, at the age of five.
We are so scared to lose.
To lose a job,
Lose a partner,
Lose a home,
A life.
We are living,
But only a few of us are truly alive.
Most of us are gripping on, scared of losing, what we believe is truly ours to have.
A never-ending rat race,
With no winner.
Only in your last days, you will appreciate a moment in time.
Not wishing your week away.
Living life from weekend to weekend.
The laundry piles up,
The bedsheets need changing,
The toilets need to be cleaned,
There is so much dust.. but how? I just cleaned!
Pushing through a hard week,
Another weekend has finally arrived.
Good food, good wine, I am relaxed.
I really am.
But it is over in a blink of an eye.
So another day at the job you are convinced you do really love,
Another week of rushing through the motions.
Wait one minute,
just stop.
Miss her,
Miss him.
Miss your Dad,
Miss your Mom.
Miss the child you once were,
Or still are.
Let it be.
Let it be painful,
Let it hurt.
Push yourself to where there is no comfort,
To a moment in time when you have no idea what is coming next.
Be vulnerable.
There is no better time to do so, than now.
All we have is a guarantee on is now.
So I miss you now,
I love you always.
Yes, life has gone on without you,
But yet all is standing still from the day you left.
We have learned to love again,
To love another.
We have given life,
We are bearing new life within.
We are sharing life with you,
we are yearning for a sign.
I see her dancing,
I see you then.
I see you now
Trust me,
For I know nothing.
My life is still a mystery to me.
All I know is that I love,
Love what I have lost,
Love what is right beside me.
Maybe I even love what is yet to come.
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