Photo by Mariah Krafft on Unsplash
I should be there with you
now, not a week from now, not in two or seven months.
We plan to look at paint colors, talk about rearranging, making your house our home,
but I'm still here in this apartment
with boxes to pack, a moving truck to book, a half-sorted timeline to finalize it all
so the weeks stop passing with us apart,
so the back and forth and the back and forth I miss you's halt,
so we can have our little forever.


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