I’ll see you again,
no doubt.

Setting our clocks
to the hour of uncertainty,
I’ll see you there.

For what can change,
between
now and then?

I’ll be here
and you there,
simply waiting,
expecting
the next time.

But just in case,
I’ll be brave
and tell you
now
that I love you.

Just in case,
that predictable clock
doesn’t quite strike
as those who made it,
may have hoped.

(Poem taken from Brushstrokes: Thoughts and Reflections on having a Stroke at 34 yrs old)