we measure our time in
half-lifes,
in the nights we try to forget

in glances we thought were meaningful,
in second thoughts,
in disappointments we think about
too often

in the soft secret sounds
and a slight touch on the small of your back.
in the marks we left, and laughed about.
in laughter.

in car rides
in plans and family members and brownies and museum trips.
in trips to the pharmacy.

in kisses we forgot to steal and
sweet somethings whispered
in the dark while you knew
they were asleep

my only regret is not waking you
more often

ash @ 5:46 PM