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