You are across the street, I didn't know it.
You cross and stand straight in front of me.
I am in disbelief.
For a moment I think my eyes are playing tricks on me,
but before one more moment passes,
I grab you and wrap my arms around you.
I refuse to let you go.
I am holding you tight, somehow knowing this is just a fleeting moment in time.
I am begging you to stay and repeatedly telling you how much I miss you.
You say you have to leave, have to go back across the street.
I can feel you don't want to either, but know you need to.
I want to look at you for all the remaining time we have left.
I stare deep into your soul and plead with my eyes alone.
I now notice your head is cut and bleeding. I ask you what happened and if you are okay?
You say you are fine, but really have to go.
I am struggling to come to terms with never seeing you again.
I pull you close, hugging you tight and telling you over and over how much I miss you.
I wake up to my own stark reality.
I close my eyes immediately to feel you once again,
As I know you are about to fade away from me and this may never happen again.
You stay close beside me as I carry through my day. No matter if I want to or not,
I can't shake you from my every thought.
I close my eyes throughout the day and wish for one moment I could be with you again.
Be with you the way we used to be, combined with how we are today.