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 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.