The Countdown

In goodbye, the physicality of our beings will diminish
and I will grow to forget what your touch feels like
But what I am most terrified of
is waking up one morning
and having to convince myself that our time together
wasn't just another dream.

Love with you makes me want to rip my hair out of my head or hide under the sheets for days.
Yet, I still feel you run your fingers through my hair at the end of each day in our unmade bed.