every conversation

Written by: Tracy Decker

Rehearsing each sunrise,
willing better into
being with you on a
Sunday, without regret.
In truth, nothing ever
proceeds as imagined.

Acceptable, this
existence in mere
fragments of blissful
and none approaching
the freedom of whole.

In every curve
of every word
I feel the pull
of away, and

still farther
while reaching
in vain for

that which
has since

left