here we are
with each passing minute, time silently sneaks by
the tic toc of the old coo-coo clock, events, moments come and go
ages grow larger, and the children aren’t any smaller
two becomes one, or the feeling of only, and one
two becomes one, where are you?, and one is back, but the other is leaving.
two is lonely, looking at one. is it you?, or is it me?
seeking and searching for what is lacking, here i am
all along, in front of you, but blinded by the chaos, you couldn’t see, seek
im barely awake, morning motions are routine, someone, please don’t wake me
because there you are, in the world that is not yet been.
needing the want, wanting the need of mental intimacy, something that’s deeper (and lacking)
healing the wounds time threw, becoming something stronger
here we are, looking for answers that already have been
here we are, with each passing minute
time silently passing by, and here we sit, gathering a collection of new memories,
new feelings and emotions, here i am, and there you are
one and one equals a whole lot, more than what we could ever count
and here i am
c. 2013 BGW