The hardest thing
To face is
That you’re not
Not going to
Be not going
To have not
Going to keep
And not going
To get so
What do you
Do with a
Life that is
Missing things you
Sit and you
Count your blessings
For all of
The marvelous things
That you do
Have did and
Loved and you
Allow those memories
To fly freely
Oh how I wish
That we lived in
A perfect world a
World filled with happiness
And joy and peace
But we simply don’t
Rather we live in
A world of despair
Of heartbreak and heartache
Of loneliness and abandonment
Our real job therefore
Is as simple as
That single beach child
Creating a world with
Shovels buckets and sand
Know what I miss
What I miss most
Now please don’t laugh
Because this thing that
I miss is personal
What I miss most
Is your breathing specifically
Your breathing as it
Changes from awake to
Sleeping for you see
In that precise moment
When in and out
Changes to aaah mmmm
I know that then
You are in the
Arms of dream angels
It is truly amazing
How something as simple
As a cold can
Reduce even the mightiest
The confident and articulate
Into nothing more than
A mewing sniffing toddler
Crawling under the covers
And asking for mommy
This is what I
Think when they say
Even the old will
Turn into young again
Memories are not
Made by what
But by whom
Thanks for the
Christmas tree Muenster
