Waiting For the Day

When the time comes and we depart two different ways, I feel an utter hollowness within me that I can't portray. These weekends are like a gateway to meet with you, to fulfill all those cravings throughout the week undue. Throughout the day I stay addicted to you, your eyes, your beards, your fingers, your wide arms...I want to pursue, for long and long decades, for the eternity; I want to smell your neck and I want to feel your vicinity. I want to gaze at your lips, those I want to kiss but are forbidden for now, but that nectar has given me the vow to immortal me and my verse; Our love shall be immortally written by the universe.