The countdown begins,
from the day it's decided.
The nerves never end,
until the moment it happens.
You've talked for what feels like an eternity,
even though it's only been a month and a few days.
Then the day comes in another city,
where you meet them in person for the first time!
It's only an hour from sunset,
three until you leave,
and there she stands with flowers in hand,
looking every bit as nervous as you.
The greetings aside,
conversation begins.
It shifts through topics,
and you hope it never ends.
Sunset passes,
you eventually have to part ways.
You both return to your own homes,
and return to counting down the days.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryRoses are red, violets are blue, standard is boring, I want something new. All poems are my own works and vary in length and topics. Some of these poems can be a bit dark. Not all chapters are poems, some a short stories. Majority will be poems thou...
