Just To Gather You

I want nothing more to do,
With this day.

I don’t want to think about my
Few accomplishments.

I don’t want to dwell on my
Many failures.

The minutes just kept ticking by,
Filled with foolishness,

Debiting this day
Forever
From my life.

It doesn’t matter…

Neither my successes,
Nor failures.

This day…thankfully,
Is done.

All I want to do,
Now…

At 5:09 PM,

Is to stop.

To reset.

To re-center,
On what really matters,
To me.

And that,
Is you.

Rip reality,
And the remainder
Of this temporal day,
From my fading mind,
And wanting heart.

I just need to find a moment
Of quiet,

And peace,

Now,

To reflect on what
Is definitive,
And meaningful,
To my life.

All the other distractions,
And inconsequential trash…

I simply want to forget.

Can I rest
Now?

Can I wander
The fields of my mind’s eye,
Searching for you?

Can I love,
And breathe
With comfort now,
Picturing you
Lying in my arms?

At the end of this day,
I want,
And need
One thing…

Just to think of you

Just to gather you

Fully,
And deeply

Into me.

 

 

© 2018 W. C. Stacia, Jr.