this part

I’m glad I didn’t miss this part 

When I took a sip of coffee

In the quiet world just after dawn 

And the air tasted the way it would 

If I was writing it 

I’m glad I didn’t travel on 

When stillness beckoned and no nap

Was ever long enough 

To pull me through the days 

I’m glad I didn’t pull away 

From things that would come to me

Sometime, maybe 

Or not 

I can taste sourest jealousy 

I can lick disappointment off my lips and know 

Grief 

That I am here

I am here 

And tomorrow I will choose to be again

I’m glad I didn’t miss this part 

This part of bittersweet