Right now: You are SO much.
Too hard to ignore.
Too painful to talk to.

In three days' time:
You'll be home.
Be bored
Be sad.
Then I'll be sad.

By next week:
Back to normal?
Back to talking more than once a month?
I hope you hope so.

When school starts:
Will it all matter?
Will we "keep in touch" like we have this time?


God, please let things go back to the way they used to be.