funny how we'll look back at this moment in time,
and think,
"wow how quickly time passes,"
with children in our hands.
the last of your hand holding mine,
and feeling the familiar roughness,
for two years.
i'll write you letters
and i'll send you poetry.
i'll try my best to enjoy this while you're gone.
two years is a small amount of time.
all at once, it feels like a wave choking the words in my throat.
you haven't left yet,
i know that.
but that isn't going to stop me from missing you.
knowing we're creeping towards your departure,
your two years of service,
scares me.
i already feel so alone tonight.
it's almost like you've already left.
i know this isn't forever,
and our forever only starts after these three years of patience,
but i don't want to say goodbye.
i don't want to stop looking into your brown eyes one last time.
i didn't think i'd fall in love with you,
i didn't think i'd have to say goodbye so soon.
this preparation of separation,
is something i'm not used to.
