I've already said "Goodbye" to my little firefly but I will not say "Goodbye" to you.
How could I, when we've yet to meet?
I don't believe in first sights or glances from across the room.
No fluttering butterflies or excited fireworks.
Nothing to stir my soul.
When we meet... it will be a feeling.
Insatiable, unavoidable, inescapable, and shameless.
It will be raw, as if something ancient and untouched.
Forbidden and hidden away.
But, in us it will be revived, resurrected in our lips.
Breathing life once again.
The death that once imprisoned it now shutters.
I have already said goodbye too many times this lifetime and too many still to come.
But for you, whom i've yet to meet, hold, and love.
Our goodbyes shall never be.
Forever banished to the dark recesses of our minds.
Never to lurk, creep, or wander towards the light.