That moment of relief,
Flooding in making you believe
The teary goodbyes never happened.
What is the point of Spring Break,
When the one person I want to see
Is deciding how he feels.
There is time for that later,
Now I can find a plethora of good
For the stolen kisses and cow eyes.
Every single day I will wait,
For an invitation to be in your presence
For you to want me again.
Thank God you are back,
That I can feel your breath on my neck again
What a relief to remember home.