Some days you know 
there’s nothing to say 
I’m just a beach
waiting for swimmers and 
children with pails nothing 
more than a place
with snails little me
little more I think 
I’ll be quiet now 

If there’s one 
thing I know 
is I don’t 
don’t want or
need to have 
because I’ve already 
me I’d rather 
sit here quietly 
and remember rather 
than make new
for new to
me is noise 

I have learned 
not to miss
but rather wait 
for you see
I am whole 
not missing anything 
what you bring 
me is extra 
a garnish to 
the already filled 
cup I am 
I will quench
my own thirst 
and you then 
make me prettier 

You snuck up 
on me day
I knew that 
you were coming 
you always do 
around this hour 
but I guess 
even though known
I enjoy surprises 
or pretend surprises 
like a quick 
kiss from a 
lover whose lips 
I’ve already known 
*sigh such is 
day said night 

Again we go
again we’re here 
why don’t we 
just stay since 
this is where 
why even bother 
thinking that around 
there is better 
for around there
is halfway back
to here where 
we always go