It hasn't even been three days
since your lips touched me last.

Something about the way we speak
and they way you've embedded yourself
inside of my head
      probing through my thoughts
gives me hope.

This could be the start of something beautiful.

I never thought that I would be the girl
waiting for a boy for return from college.
It takes too much strength, and wouldn't be
worth it, I thought.

Yet I didn't think twice.
I plunged into this
without a blink.

Why wouldn't I want to wait
twenty three days
for someone I've pined after
for years?


                                                                                                                                    *CVT