In a week, I won’t see you again
For the rest of my life.
You’re off — oh, the places you’ll go!
While I’m still here,
Here, there, middle of nowhere.
When I think of you, too often, I know,
Is a pendulum,
Really, how well did I know you?
Though we traveled separate orbits,
Our trajectories were bringing us
Closer and closer.
I won’t have to catch my breath every time you smile at me.
I won’t get to catch my breath every time you smile at me,
Always with a retort on the edge of your tongue,
Every time I laughed at you for launching
Into yet another one of your impassionate speeches.
Maybe now I won’t picture you when I’m singing love songs.
When a sappy song comes on the radio,
I’ll still see you, with those blue eyes that
Never failed to shoot a jolt of energy through me
Every time I met your gaze.
I need to stop pining over
This impossible reality I conjured
With you as the star.
It wasn’t impossible to me,
That we just might have
Someday been more.