Bedside

We thought about it when we got up in the morning. we whispered nothing but loving words to each other. We never fought. Never had any disagreements until the day you had to leave grew closer. Tears and shouts that you weren't going to be there anymore, that the love between us would wither in the dust and mold away.

But it didn't. We're half way across the world from each other, earnestly looking for the day to wake up in the same bed we did when we first started.

Just another month left, handsome.