Yesterday, I wondered if time stopped.

Today—
      it’s gently rolling forward,
      right on schedule.

Funny how seeing you
      has the clock hands
      working their normal shifts.

Tonight—
      we’ll share screens and draft picks,
      NBA highlights and Stanley Cup drama—
      probably argue over something trivial…

      just to prove how much we’re paying attention.

The difference today?

No waiting.
No pacing.
No fears.

Just knowing you’ll be there,
             right beside me,
   *exactly* where we belong.

And this weekend?

You’re bound for Memphis,
    I’ll be hanging with Coal.

We’ll talk about you,
    mostly good things. (He’ll keep me honest)

We’ll probably sneak out for disc golf,
    I'll pretend I’m doing you a favor,
                       though honestly—

    it’s pretty stupid how excited I am…
    to toss (not-)frisbees with a pup again.

So yeah—
     today is easier.

Tonight’s already penciled in,
     the weekend’s spoken for,
     and *finally*:

     time is behaving exactly as it should.

Maybe seeing you yesterday was all it took…

I think: I just needed a reason to trust the clock again.