what i’ve lost

I’m sitting on a deck chair

under the rain-shine

or sun-shower

whatever you might call it,

and i think i’ve matured some,

i’ve developed some “granny” hobbies,

and no longer cry over spilt coffee.

actually,

it’s a mean cappucino,

who would’ve though i’d be making cappuccinos!

and i’m suffering a few bug bites

to write this in the sunshine.

of course i wish you were here.

but i used my mighty will,

to cry six times a week,

to pray on my knees,

and to ask you back into my life.

sometimes my efforts are ignored,

and there’s nothing I can say to that,

do to that,

except proceed.

The days feel a little longer,

sometimes nicer,

since I’ll be moving in 6 months.

Isn’t it all insane?