The Long Weekend
Our plans are taking shape
Though we’ve spoken daily
long overdue is “first date”
to connect physically
We are two souls drifting
on cosmological plains
Hearts constantly aching
but hope has the reins
It’s another anniversary
You blew a couple kisses
The clocks crawl slowly
Frustration tie its laces
Anticipation checks pulse
normal it is not
Trepidation surely was
losing the sanity plot
But ah! Alas my darling!
movement shakes a foot
The moon is sprinting
towards the still brook
