i see you standing at the end of the hall this is it, this is the last time i will see you in months i want to feel your embrace once more, i ache of longing, and wanting i am sick of wishing, and waiting
i approach you, asking if i can hug you before i leave my heart heaves in my chest; i feel sick, yet i know i would regret it otherwise
a moment passes you don't quite hear me i ask again my voice is small, and i feel even smaller another moment passes i ask louder, on the edge of breaking down
and you say yes, is this a dream? you take me into your arms god, you know i miss the feeling you rub my back i feel at home
we let go, and i smile you tell me to stay in touch over the holidays we say our final goodbyes
i shall say hello again in september
