I promised that I would tell you,
if you ever went out of bounds
if you ever worried me
if I ever had any fears about us
if I ever doubted you
if I ever needed space
or help
or thoughts
or kisses

Well I need them now,
but you are too far from my reach.

so I will stomach the worry and the wanting
and I will make up for the kisses with pain filled guitar strings
and I will wait the two days it takes to be in your arms.

and in the meantime I will drown my anxiety with the tea I drink
and subdue my doubts with the remembrance of your beautiful eyes,

and enchanting smile.

(i.r)