I wonder if they’ll be a time I miss holding you and the sweetness of nothing to do and no where to be. Will I run from it so completely I never look back or even remember this night or this moment?
I seem to be pushing against the peace
Yearning for busy
For purpose and a plan
The quiet drowns me and I fight the sadness
I am healed
I am still in need of healing
It always comes back to that