the daily pattern,
clicking here and there,
looking for an update,
or something needed to say,
but it’s gone too soon,
like the fading of the day.
there was too much to say,
countless conversations
stuck in my head,
all I’ve needed to say.
talks about the books read,
or music heard,
how the day has been,
and inspiration for the latest writing.
talks about the weather,
upcoming plans,
wanderings under the stars and moon,
or when we first wake
greeting each other with longing hello’s.
so much has been unsaid
between these days
that I’m missing a reason
to say anything at all.
So, I’ll start with “Hello…”
and hope from there the rest flows.