Just One More Hour

I wish that there was one more hour

in the day.

It slips by me

and I never notice you

noticing me.

If there were one more hour

in the day,

where I felt good,

then you might catch me

smiling at you.

And with that hour

I could quiet

all the rushing

so that I could hear

your sound.

The hour would slow my touch.

The time would still your breath.

And take away the sadness

of the discovery

that you and I live

within that missing hour