"Moments" by Michael Chin

i saw the leaves blow into a spiral
the wind forced my eyes shut
and when i opened them
i was in another time

i'm alone now
sitting here
quarter past paradise

we lied flat on our backs
on the stone ledge
watching the northern lights
paint the sky

we took turns reading our poetry
i watched the words when she read
she watched me when it was my turn

she said it's only three weeks

i've found sometimes
the anticipation of missing someone
is worse than when they're actually gone

when dorothy came back home,
she realized it wasn't the kansas she'd missed
but only the one she'd left

when does i miss you
turn to i miss her ?

he introduced her to us all—
as if i didn't know who she was.

lately i've been losing time