Anticipation is a drug,
lifting me higher and higher
with every minute, every hour,
I wait for you.
The present is reality
glaring at me with sobering eyes;
it warns my heart to step lightly.
It reminds me never to forget
other times like this.
But, when I see you, things are easy.
There is no past, no future.
There is only the present. And we
know how to live in the moment.
I carry you with me,
after you go, leaving behind
the faint scent of your cologne;
it is even more apparent
when the breeze tosses my hair.