and kiss you more often

I love the back and forth 

of the days, home 

and not home, 

going out but pulled back 

by an invisible tether. 

 

How to bear the death to come. 

 

You look older today; 

I feel my own jaw slacken 

 

and kiss you more often. 

 

[Norita Dittberner-Jax, 'To Stay the Changing', from Stopping for Breath]