“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

In between

Feels like

Waiting.

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,

30,

40,

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

My breath.

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

Against time

That we urge to speed up towards our reunion yet it speeds right on through

And we are left always,

Endlessly,

Waiting.