Here are things I’m grateful for
you, right here, then gone again.
Life is busy always changing
I’m here, right here, then gone again.
The noise a heart makes when heard
through shirts and muffled hugs
It’s true, I’m here, then gone again.
Revolving doors. Two ticking clocks
the second hands not quite synced up.
Grateful for forgetfulness
more so for remembrance.
Things I’ve done, I’m sorry for
still grateful that this fight exists
this life exists in spite of it
grateful I’m a part of it.