Windmill Arms

I have to take this
Slow
Like water drips in spiral drops
When it is late
And you have left
The sink on
Just a tiny bit
For the seven hundredth time
I have to stop these thoughts
That run and run
Like windmill arms
Around and 'round
On gusty days
In numbers close
To infinite
Even though I miss you
Like summer days
Miss winter nights
Like the ocean's depths
Miss starry lights
Like anyone misses
Something that is
Far too far away.