you said very soon.
and I understand,
but that doesn’t mean that I don’t crave you in every way,
it doesn’t mean I don’t think about you every damn day,
it doesn’t mean that I don’t miss you when you’re not here.
so I’ll hold on.
I’ll hold on to that moment, drunk, lying with you on the floor,
your eyes closed, my hands playing with your hair,
talking about our fears, our dreams,
carelessly laughing with you,
through the early hours of the morning.
I’ll hold onto that moment,
until our next one comes.