The days stretch 
now to weeks
maybe to months 
before seconds became 
minutes became hours 
and hours into 
days and days 
into nights and 
we were someone 
but just when 
we learned how 
to dance the
hour glass ran
out of precious 
sand and we 
became a calendar 
and a calamity 

I am happy 
not the immediate 
gleeful giddy kind
but the deep 
sigh quiet kind 
the no need 
for anyone else 
kind the self 
silly crack me 
up when no
one’s looking kind
the kindly kind 

Carry on like 
nothing ever happened 
the gap which 
I minded now
becomes a chasm
stretching wider and 
deeper once able 
to step across 
now impossible to 
shout over and 
into and nothing 
to be heard 
and now nothing 
to be said 
just know that 
wherever you are 
deep down below 
or far on
the other side 
I will see
you once again 

And like a rosary
so goes my mind 
from bead to bead 
each prayer gaining intensity 
the longer I wait 
first wondering then worrying 
now thinking then hoping 
and now finally praying 
running out of beads
this blessed rosary is 
and what to do 
when end is reached 
and still no salvation 

The rain came 
I haven’t heard 
he’s so small 
half my height 
thin and frightened 
he could be 
anywhere I think 
swept out to 
sea or buried 
under the mud 
nobody knows about 
me so nobody 
knows to call 
so I wait
I just sit
here and wait 
hoping to see 
or maybe hear 
his familiar hey