Still in the small times

It’s the small times,

the seconds that float by in-between the moments. 

They breathe impartial clarity. 

In those brief thresholds of existing in every moment

as they come,

I am offered a reflection of who I yearn to be. 

With an equitable evaluation of what has been 

and what’s projected, 

I yearn to embrace tomorrow unequivocally. 

Yet still in those small times, 

the seconds that float by in-between the moments,

I am finding I miss you endlessly.