maybe I do worry a little.
worry about things changing between us while you are gone.
I know I see your face when you call but that's just not the same as breathing in your smell and touching you,

as kissing you
and have you lying on my chest so peacefully.
I would give so much to have all of you for one hour,
one hour in which I would make you feel how much love my heart contains for you.

But baby this one hour would be so bittersweet