Tagged: miss

somehow, we are still

every time we miss

every time we miss
the sunset, a layer of
dreams turns stale, flakes off
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: stale

at day’s end, it is

the ones you miss

the ones you miss
most are the ones
who depart the
soonest – trying to
get out of that one
requires a time
machine or two
fingers of whiskey
.
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a week away from

a week away from
you, and a week
ahead, i am
balancing the
two sides of
home, as if i were
somewhere
in an outer-
outer borough
.
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the things we know

the things we know
about each other
will never catch up
to the things we
do not and will not
know. especially
in the end, we
will wonder
how we missed
so much, why
we never asked
what we were
meant to ask
.
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being present and

being present and
not being present are two
bottles of spices –

at any given time, we
miss or exceed their uses
.
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one in eight children

one in eight children
are traumatized by
that early morning
realization of missing
the school bus. it
still sneaks into
our slumber, the
mechanical stop-
sign arm, that air
brake sigh, the
unmistakable
national school
bus chrome,
shrinking in
the distance
.
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we investigate

we investigate
one another’s
hearts with or
without invitation,
miss the signs
at every intersection
.
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here comes a moment

here comes a moment
when i will miss you
longer – seconds
unswift, joy
difficult to catch
.
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