Hello

How many days have we allowed to slip past our window?
Our window of opportunity,
To meet like before,
To discover, reminisce and rekindle.

How many hours have we watched descend through the clouds?
Setting as its light fades,
Into a gentle golden glow,
Into a scorched pink scar across the skies.

So you casually wave my hello back at me.
"Let's catch up soon," you say.
That was a hello I meant.
A hello I felt that was real.

Catch up. Catch up. Catch up.
Yes, we should.
But we won't.

Empty Day

Passing through.
Random minutes stagger by.
Seconds thumping across my chest.

Wasted daylight on my porch,
Could have grown a leaf or weed,
Instead has shed its hope upon my breath.

Yet there is another way,
To view, to see, to think.
To unlatch my heart, to detach my mind.

Perhaps this is what rest means.
Perhaps this is how I prepare my work life.
Perhaps this is why I love how my life works.