Complete

Sometimes I can't stand to see
Survivors
They waltz in the door
Strangers to me
And I'm bitterly
Underwhelmed
At how little they appreciate
Surviving

Still I know
The power to choose
Who lives and dies
Is not mine for a reason
I don't see the bigger picture
All things work together for the good
Sometimes it is someone else's good
Not mine
And I have to accept that

I may not know
Who this was for
Was it for you?
We talk about you
As though you are missing something
But it is us who are missing you
You aren't missing anything
You are complete

Brush Past

I didn't take the time to be patient
I brushed past you
Took for granted
The constantness of life
Which is not something constant
Or something to be taken for granted

I did not say
All the words
That should have been said
But I did say
Far too many
That shouldn't have been said
Sometimes that paralyses me

And too many times
I find myself
Crosslegged
Watching the insides of my eyelids
As the ocean squeezes through my lids
Down cheek and neck