I guess we’ll have to wait;
though you were always punctual,
never fretting over
every little thing.
You were like a perfect picture
that the universe devoured,
like a star
only loses
its shine.
A couple days ago,
you were an architect,
an artist
and an explorer.
The world held only so much for you.
The good things always go
before we want them to.
I never wondered anything about you.
Your mystery was written
in your eyes
and we would all complain
about how the world perplexed us
and you would just smile.
I never shared my moments
like I wanted to.
I keep telling myself,
that I’ll do better, too.
It’s easy to say,
but I’m falling apart inside,
so I guess we’ll have to wait.
The Sun is almost up
on the horizon.
The sky is clear,
but rain is coming soon.
So much to do
and no time worth the wasting;
we’ve had our interlude.
I’ll see you,
one day;
of this I am certain.
Maybe we’ll spend
an eternity or two,
just sitting and talking
about the way the universe works;
until then,
I’ll get through.
HG – 2017
