Trading Places

My life is full of experiences
that I would never trade.
If I were to go to the other
side, I would likely hide.
I couldn’t imagine being
anyone else. I could never
trade places or put on
new faces. Where I am at
is where I want to be.
At times, the grass does
seem greener, yet I know
there’s more grass to grow.
To be here is good for me.
I love the air that I breathe.
I envision a life I now see.
I don’t doubt what I believe.
I have faith in my taste.
I won’t waste the space
that occupies my place.
I enjoy my life as it is.
I would never swap it.
There’s too much I’d miss.

to the ones I miss

To the ones I miss, I hope
you get the gist. I still see
you in the mist. You are
in the shadows, inside my
mind. You are the time
that continues to tick.
You are the remedy that
heals the sick. I am fire
and you are the wick.
I am the tongue and you
the lick. You are the air
that I breathe: life I can’t
see. You are the breeze
that refuses to leave.
To the ones I miss, just
know that our love will
continue to grow. Now,
I feel more than I see
and I appreciate that
the ones I miss will
stay by my side still.

Better Late Than Never

Yes, I’m late. It’s my fate.
I’m sorry you had to wait.
Wait, I’m not sorry
I missed this date.
I’m where I need to be:
If only you could see.
I’m here. Who cares the time?
Remember,
There’s no time to whine.
What does it matter? Does it?
Matter of fact, it doesn’t.
I care just not the way you do;
I’m here and you are too.
Yes, I’m late. It’s my fate.
I’m actually happy
For your time I waste.