All Of The Time

all the little moments of our lives

those childhood Christmas mornings

the first time you saw your own blood

how you shamed yourself that time

how her lips first tasted

how wet she was

seeing the newborn open its eyes

how scared you were when they were late home

the warmth of the sand on your wet back

your heart aching at the sound of Callas

being proud of that one thing, that one time

struggling with the idea of love

the sunrise of your first funeral day

when it finally came to you

that blank day

when you knew this was all you would be

it all adds up

to all that you are