Forever could pass by so quickly in your arms.
I wonder if you've noticed that too.
The numbers change, and he hurries away, careful to kiss and whisper promises in my ear.
"I'll see you again?" His question is clear.
"Soon, I want it to be soon." Is my answer.
And he says it will be, so I smile.
He has trouble pulling away, and I have trouble making it easy for him to.
I watch as he leaves, a sad smile shaping my lips.
The, "don't go", is left unsaid, but he hears it anyway.
Only when he's out of sight, so I allow myself to indulge in sweet fantasies.
One day he will be coming home to me.