Each Day

I’ve been trying to live my life lately

as if tomorrow’s tomorrow will never come.

After seeing angels fall from grace

and demons grow beards and walk with canes.

I realize my time here was gifted

By a man with no face.

So I take each morning,

fold it up in my backpack

and head out for the sunrise.

I kiss each evening on the lips

and tuck in my fears of what is to come.

That Place

It is there in the place

between slumber and awake

that I’m with you.

You wrap me up in all that is safe

and for that one moment

we are all that we ever wanted to be.

We are the versions of ourselves

we swore we’d turn out to be.

The two we never quite made it to.