Fly By

The days keep flying by,
and all I can think of is that I hope time stops
but not yet
only when I round the corner and finally see you
and drink in the way you look at me
and forget how I got from my door and into your arms,
burrowing till our bodies threaten to merge into one loving mass.
I hope the days fly by,
and stop,
and fly by once more till I see you again.

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