unfinished

Nature is not a forgiving force,
but she gives us time before collecting her due—
though we can’t leave things unresolved
like the way I left things with you.

Some days, when storm clouds gather
and a spirited wind whispers in my ear,
I stand and face what’s coming
with measured fear.

Tonight, I lay my head upon my pillow
in the half-light and shadows of a darkened room.
I let the dust of day slip away
and whisper a prayer that dreams come soon.