You gave me a feeling that I can not replicate,
And I can't always see you so I just sit and wait,
As my emotions destroy me and my heart deflates,
Can't see you til we make plans or meet again by fate.
So I will do just that, I will play the waiting game,
Until I can see you and hold you and say your name,
Bad emotions will uprise when you're not in the frame,
Depression, despair, doubt, frustration, guilt, grief, and shame.
Can't wait until I see you again, I love you babe,
Young love is painful, but it's powerful and it's great,
I am all filled with sadness but your presence elates,
Love, it is a lovely, painful, unbearable weight.
Please promise me that you will never go away,
Until your dying breath when we're both old and gray,
Whether this thing we have is rare or it's cliche,
I hope you join me in life, this chaotic play.

Lately
I’ve been thinking
About how people
Used to write
Letters.

They’d send them
Across the sea
And wait.

One month.
Three months.
Five?

But so much
Can happen in a week
Much less
A month.

We each have a clock
With an unknown.

Minutes that countdown,
minutes we’ve wasted.

An indefinite supply
Of a definite number.

Tell people
What you would write
If you knew
Something would happen
In the month you waited
For a reply.