Week 19

I think about him,
His smile,
the way his eyes close
when he leans in to kiss me,
the way he says my name.
My brain says, "Not for long,"
and I try to convince myself that
it will be okay,
I will get by.
I'll miss him when he's gone,
he awoke something in me that
I completely forgot existed,
a simplicity of being,
a sense of excitement
of entitlement
to like, love, and beginnings.
I did not stop it early
and it might already be too late.
I do not care
as I hope to hear from him
early, late,
anytime the next day.