it's 11pm
i want to call
you
but it's only 3 there
i cant keep screwing up your sleep
but i can't stop missing you
i cant stop needing you
How many days left now?
every time I look
it is still a month
a month
until we are together
a month
until we can get started
on
our life
If i could just make a cocoon
crawl into nothingness until then
I eat
I try to sleep
I wait
and i wait
I loathe this silence
this place with out you
this time
this
bitter sweet anticipation
I will crawl into
my bed soon
Waiting for it to become
our bed
in our home
in our life