Talking to you on the phone this afternoon,
First I was so happy to hear your voice once more,
After being departed for as long as it was.
But that soon died to despair when you spoke
of your plans for next year.
I'm going to be off, far away you say.
To finish my degree in face, not long distance.
Happiness now sadness on hearing this news.
Will we last?
Do you want to try?
These I need ask.
Many thoughts are racing through my mind,
Even as I'm lying on my bed listening to you,
Even as I sit at my desk now writing this.
If I could tell you what I'm thinking,
If I could tell you what I'm feeling,
You know I would don't you?
But I'm scared ... scared of what you'll say.
That I won't like it one little bit.
That it will be the opposite to what I want.
Maybe I should just let the good times roll,
Have a year of fun.
Let the worry begin late in the year or early next.
But I so want to know where I now stand.
Are you mad at the answers I seek to find?
Don't.
I shall always be devoted to you and to us,
Although knowing you, you already know this.
I'll never stray unless you give me cause.
For I Love you far to much,
To cause myself, ourselves any pain.
To destroy this heart of all its love I feel for you and yours to.
But what are the odds of us lasting long distance?
For a whole year, seeing each other for a couple of weeks, just a maybe?
Not much, from what I hear and read to.
For we all have needs, we all have wants that need to be met.
No matter the cost.
What am I going to do?
What are we going to do?

Written: Wednesday 02 January 2002
The line: "of your plans for next year" is in reference to the year 2003.