“What have you been doing?” ……
…….“Waiting for you.”
Time seems to stop
When we’re apart
And only move forward when we’re together.
Everything I do
It feels like things have not truly passed
Until we’ve done them together.
So that even when I’m enjoying myself, with friends,
At a new restaurant where I’ve found the best cookies in the world,
I can’t truly check it off my list
Until you’ve tried them too.
You’ve said before that no amount of time we spend together
Will ever be enough,
Even when we’re finally together,
And promised forever,
50 years, will still never be enough.
But we can still be happy during the time we’re given.
But sometimes I find it so hard,
Like I’m holding
During our precious few days I’m terrified
Of being apart from you or doing anything banal that could wait
Till you’re gone.
My omnipresent phone goes unchecked for the time you’re here
So that when you leave
I see that my last message to you
Was when you arrived.
We must not waste time.
So time is suspended even when we’re moving forward, because
It’s clutched so tightly in our intertwined hands for fear
Of letting it go.
We comfort ourselves and say,
The time we spent apart,
We would have spent working or sleeping anyway,
But those are the moments I want most—
The ones I can take for granted.
And yet when you drop your bags at my door and
I swing my arms around your neck, my heart
Stands two feet away,
Because it knows this moment is fleeting
And on Sunday the apartment reverts to silence and it is I
Who will be forced to listen.
I guess in the end we never win,
You and I
That we urge to speed up towards our reunion yet it speeds right on through
And we are left always,