The End is Near

With this passion comes a plaguing pain. I can't help but to want to cry when I hear your name. Is it that I am waiting in vain? I am unable to contain the raw scenarios from becoming an epidemic in my brain. So I quarantine my thoughts for 40 days and 40 nights. I think about it in the day and in my dreams at night. Have patience you say as if it's some easily won fight. Insecurity. If a word were to ever be so utterly contradictory it'd be "insecurity". If I'm "In" just let me be or perhaps you may put me out of my misery. In security is definitely where I wish to be; in your security. I can't think of anything else but the passing days. I haven't marked off this many calendar days since waiting for Christmas in the 3rd or 4th grade. Each X on another square is a kiss I'm saving for you when you get here. I have quite enough to last us a while, if accepting hundreds of my soft kisses is something that sounds worth your while. Each letter and stamp represents each dance we will dance. The phone calls and the emails represent all of the time we will spend. Forever said to Never can we just be friends? Forever means waiting until the very end. I'll walk that road alone if it means ending up with you. I'll turn never into forever waiting for you. You are my light, my friend, my lover, my man but most of all you are my end.