Saw Pet Sematary with my bride, who toughed it out like a champ. Considering the subject matter of yesterday’s poem and having just watched this movie, today’s poem feels somewhat inevitable. Here’s to hope and life and love in the face of entropy.
Wait, Day 97? What happened to 96?
I missed it.
No excuse, I had an opportunity to do it during my break at work and I passed on. After that, when I got home I crashed. Hard. Been trying to do so much lately. Not the point.
I am proud that it took me 96 days before is missed a poem. New goal: try to go the rest of the year without missing another one. If I am to miss another, try to beat my 96 day streak.
Today’s poem is inspired by missing yesterday’s. I couldn’t tell you why Neverland and Peter Pan popped into my head, exactly, though in this context it certainly makes sense. Those stories are really depressing and downright frightening at their heart. Missed and stolen opportunities.
A piece of me mourns the loss of yesterday’s poem. It will never be written, never grow up, or go on adventures. It won’t even get to die because it was never born. Simply missed. An adventure not taken, an opportunity not explored. On the other hand, I am taking to heart why this is so valuable to me. The pursuit of dreams, seeing beauty realized and brought to fruition. Here is a rededication to never stop chasing the shine.
My bride has a job in Houston. As soon as I’m off work, I’m heading up to surprise her. Love this woman.
I haven’t had the opportunity to spend as much time with my bride this week as either of us would have liked. Life is good, we’ve both just been busy. I’m looking forward to going home to her tonight.
Last night my cohost, partner in crime, and good friend Eduardo joined me in recording the pilot episode for The Everyday Poet Podcast. We’ll be recording more episodes once we know how long production is going to take and will Schedule their release accordingly. It was a lot of fun and I’m looking forward to many more episodes.
That was last night. This morning I find myself strongly missing my bride. She’s away for work right now and I’m simply not as much without her. Keenly feeling her absence today.
You are missed, Amor.
The Everyday Poet 