ONE DAY

One day I will look back
At the people who help me waste my time
The places I while my hours away in
And see them as nothing but mere passing shadows on a wall
Not impressionable but hopefully interesting for that second or so
Dully reflecting our obvious youth
and our profound foolishness.

One day I will look back
on my longings and laugh.
Right now, I like underestimating the effect you have on me.
It gives me something to brood over
when my other demons are
all tired out and tucked in for the night -you cry me to sleep.

One day I will look back
at my words and hopefully not feel
even an iota of regret or resentment.
When a word or sentence can recall
a score of instances and memories - that is when you know you've written something vaguely worthwhile.
When they remind you of love and loss and catharsis and victories
as if it had only happened yesterday,
you know you've given these things
your own little infinity.