Alive

I wonder pretty often, if I lived today at all

Having little recollection, I cannot say for sure.

I was funny once...

But that's a borrowed joke.

My mug's still in the microwave!

Ugh, cold again. Better warm it up.

It's scares me just a little, if I think on it too much.

How many days I haven't noticed,

Full of this and that and such and such.

Days that could have mattered,

So much I could have said.

Have I lived at all today?

Or just avoided being dead?

I was Alive today. I'm sure of it this time.

I realized between giggles with a sweet friend over wine.

This is what it's like...

It's sharing tandem times.

It's conquering laundry mountains.

And long calls over Skype.

Laughing till we gasp for air,

With stitches in our sides.

Sharing little things, far off dreams,

And all that's on our minds...

It's cradling the scattered pieces,

When there's nothing left to say.

Leaving space for grief, and loss,

As long as they may stay.

Being Alive means loving.

Risking. Reaching. Chasing.

To do more than just existing,

Even when it seems so easy.

It's most often inconvenient,

And utterly consuming.

Demanding that you stretch and break,

To make room for what is coming.

It's worth it though, to spend your life,

On risky love and living free.

Because life beats death a million to one,

And Love outstrips eternity.