I longed
to be seen and touched
and heard; made my days
Hallmark and herd then
I wondered
at the world; wrote of
lovers and loss of
love tinged by grief
I thought
in fractured syllabic utterances
scribbled on anything near
I lived
like tomorrow would
never manifest
because yours never would
but tomorrow became today
moments of fond recollections
and longing has cooled
