Tookind-Impossible
Soon.
Soon is
tomorrow.
Soon is tonight.
Soon is five minutes from now.
Soon there will be snow.
Soon the feelings
of November will
have gone
away.
The teary-eyes
and red-blotched skin
will fade away.
Soon.
It's just the way the icy water hits my leg from the faucet
It's just the way
Steps. Walking up them. Knowing that behind that door is where we’ll undress. It’s where I’ll feel that warm kiss. Again and again. Always, if only. If only it were always. But then again, if that were so… Walking up these steps wouldn't be as exciting as it is right now.