“I miss the seconds we have not yet shared.
I have lost count of the times I have lost myself in my ocean of
that I see without the need for slumber
and my eyes wide open.
I can’t help but feel at times that what I see with my real eyes is nothing more than mere memory,
that I am fortunate enough to be able to live again.
Perhaps it is a chance for me to rid myself of regrets
that I have not yet had.
Or to render things right,
that have not yet gone wrong.
Or to appreciate everything about you,
except your presence,
in the hope that I am doing things right the first time around.
in all His Glory,
sees that too.
And misses me back for it.
I miss the seconds we have not yet shared.”