this is the faith

i am tired of missing you
(maybe i am just tired)

the calendar curves
as years begin to add up

time itself pushes me
further and further from you

and as i write that a realization dawns —
the closer i move towards my own end
the nearer i draw to you

it is a more palatable way to consider
this earthly distance between us

and as i stake another palm into the hard March ground
i decide this is the faith i will carry
as together we crawl towards sunrise