The Thing About Sometimes
Sometimes you come across my mind.
Sometimes it comes and passes by
and sometimes it strangles me,
holds me hostage and kills me
atom by atom. But that’s all it damages,
it still feels like more.
Sometimes I long to see your face.
Sometimes two years feels like five.
Sometimes I hear you in dreams,
see you face to face, I know it happened
But we ignore it because you’re here!
Sometimes I want to kiss you.
Sometimes I want to hold you
and cry, release how much I’ve missed you.
There has been so much you missed,
and I want to fill you in
and for a moment it feels real
and for a moment I can touch you
and for a moment I can see you
I can feel you and love you
and for a moment you’re there.
For a moment you were never gone.
Sometimes I wake up and remember.
Sometimes it kills me. Sometimes it doesn’t.
Sometimes I never know what I get.
It happens and there’s nothing I can do.
It happened. There’s nothing I can do,
but sometimes it feels like there is.