Odd Human Quirks.

Funny.

This is the word
that lingers in the forefront
of my mind
when people text
and rush to meet.

You know I’m leaving

but I’ll be back.
We can meet next year
instead
you plan
and tell me when

Because next year
seems
impossibly far
only,

it’s not.
It’s December,
darling.

So hang up your coat.
Don’t rush.
Breathe.

I will be here
when the sun rises
in 2017.