Not Forever
I’m counting down the number of days until he leaves. Only three left, and today is gone. Two more nights.
Even then, it’s not forever.
How many more smiles, how many more words? How much more can we squeeze in with each other until then?
However many there are, I plan to savor each one, and when the end is here I know it’s not forever. I won’t entertain the notion of forever in any sense, whether it’s together or apart.
We have something special; it will be whatever it’s going to be. I’m sure from time to time I’ll be sad about what it is, or isn’t - depending on how I’m looking at it. I’ll have a bit of a cry about it and then I’ll pick up and keep going.
It’s not forever.
It’s not forever.
It’s not forever.
It’s not the same, but - it’s not forever.
