Until We Meet Again

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Until We Meet Again

If I think of you or not,
must not be a question
that requires an answer from me.

I do.

And my love waits here for you,
until we meet again
and again.

Even though we cannot be together for now,
there is a part of you in me
that refuses to die,
that refuses to surrender,
and simply keeps waiting.

Everything has changed
since you went away.

My arms and my chest
keep asking for your warmth,
and I do not know
how to make them understand
that you will find your way
back into them soon enough.

How do I explain to my lips
that yours are no longer here
to answer them?

How do I persuade my hands
to stop searching for yours
every time darkness falls?

They refuse to believe
that absence
is not forever.

You know sleeping alone
is not what I like to do.

The memory of you
keeps returning
like the echoes
of the last night we spent together.

I remember how tightly I held you,
trying to persuade my arms
to remember the shape of your body,
knowing they would soon
have to endure
the cruelty of your absence.

Every kiss lingered
a little longer.

Every embrace
carried the silent prayer
that dawn might lose its way
and forget to find us.

I listened to your heartbeat
as though it were something
I could memorize forever.

I wanted my soul
to remember yours,
should distance
ever try to convince me
that you had truly gone.

Even with this distance between us,
you are mine
inside my heart.

I breathe your scent.

I hear your sweet,
melodic voice.

And the fact
that you forgot your coat
keeps me warm
whenever the cold
becomes too much to bear.

I have wrapped myself in it
more times
than I care to confess,

pretending,
for one impossible moment,
that I am once again
standing inside your embrace.

Bring back my man,
I ask the moon
and the stars.

Bring back the feeling
of not being alone anymore.

Bring back the laughter
that once filled these silent walls.

Bring back the heartbeat
that taught mine
how to rest.

I cannot wait
for your return.

Your warmth.

You.

Hurry,
my dear.

For every day without you
feels far longer
than a lifetime should.