The Hours

We used to count the days,

And then the hours,

Until we could be together again.

The anticipation was exhilarating.

If I could have counted the breaths I would have.

Each one a second closer to you.

To us.

To that moment when you looked at me.

The way you use to look at me.

I loved missing you then.

When I knew there was always more.

I don’t count the days anymore.

Or the hours.

Now, I just remind myself to take those breaths.


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