Anticipation is the sweetest torture
An agony welcomed with open arms
Knowing that in a brief span of time
Eyes will meet and hands will touch
Unencumbered by the futility of miles
Untethered from electrons and pixels
The same winds dancing over our skin
Voices unchanged by maddening interference
Living for the moment, cherishing the time
No fear or worry of the future and what may be
No thoughts of the past and what has been
Seeing, hearing, touching, enjoying, being
All that will be important
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