With you,
I often anticipate the surprise.
Much different from expectation:
A heart’s preparation.

This impatient patience,
Of halted breath and frozen limb
That waits for time
To break the speed of love.
With us,
‘Tis the speed of time
That outpaces love.
A rush of life
That begins and ends
With a hug and a kiss;
A blur of words and thoughts between—
These things we miss.
Until the next bout
With the hours apart
That leads to one as one together,
My memory carries your smile
Even when not
With you.