Waiting for Godot

It wasn't Groundhog Day.

It was Waiting for Godot. 

 

How Long Is Too Long?

I never did leave, but I abandoned myself.

I abandoned my voice:
I left my narrative
I stemmed the flow of reason
I stammered at the edge of certainty
I halted
I forgot, what I was
 meant to say

I was going to say
 the things that would
  could hurt you but really
   wound
    me;

I never did leave, but my mind
 Wandered, and left your side

I am here, realising
 that that I never did leave as I turn to kiss you and realise I may have missed my forever, but

you are
always
my

Now.