Weekends in January

I'm counting the days, the weeks, the months in this lonely year as they fade away making paths for the memories they've neared. Bordering fantasy, too close to reality. And just a step further from you than I care to be

And it's hard to hold your hand when both of mine are gripping daydreams and yours are reaching further than my hope can see from a thousand miles away where I can't be a part of all you talk about, battling patience with doubt while this longing inside starts to shout your name

Will I have your heart? What am I waiting for? For weekends in January? How can we be so sure? When all of our words can't explain what one look would outline, the feelings one touch could define....

but it's hard to hold your hand when both of mine are gripping daydreams and yours are reaching further than my hope can see from a thousand miles away where I can't be a part of all you talk about, battling patience with doubt while this longing it aches as it shouts your name