Premature Emotion

Should never have stolen that kiss.

Silly of me, to think it could end any other way than this.

I'm already gone now...circumstance has seen to that.

We see each other once a week, exchanging kisses in the night after dancing...

but we both know its not the same...

My nights are spent 30 miles away, save for time stolen from the fates.

And weeks now we have grown apart,
weeks now I've known not what to make of our time together.

Instinct says "make the most"
but mind muddles matter,
and I was never that good

At knowing when to put aside the knowledge that this is it,
At seizing the day I know may be my last,
At being happy.

And still we grow apart,
as I wade through thoughts of how it's gone wrong,


I cannot wait to leave this place,
but I'm terrified of the taste I'll leave lingering within you.