15 Days & Counting

To pass the time
that I have to wait
I read street signs
and count the miles
between the states.

I hope when you arrive
I'm enough for you
I hope you still feel alive
I know that I can make
these hopes come true.

So now it's only fifteen days
which is still a lot and it's still
about two months late
but I can handle the hesitation
because I have the power and will.

When you come to me for the first
time on June 26th, I promise
to kiss you until my lips hurt
and I promise that everything I said
in this poem is completely honest.

I love you with all my heart
Angelface, you've made it all worth it
I hate the times apart
we had to spend, but that time
wasn't enough to make me quit.

Here we are, four months down the line
after the first official moment we met
(disregard the first not-so-happy time)
I was happy that day, it was the best
but, with you home, the best hasn't came yet.

-qtsp- 6/11