By Donna

Hey Sunshine.
Hey beautiful.
I see your
guarded heart
while open to
kisses,
and late night rough loving
even if it’s for a short while
always bracing
for the expected goodbyes.

Hey Love.
Hey man of mystery.
I see you.
You see me.
We laugh.
We touch.
We love.
No longer strangers,
but in our fragile lives,
here comes the hard goodbyes.

Time can feel long.
But really time is short.
So while we’re here,
let’s reason the unreasonable,
as seasons rise and fade
into sweet amazing grace
let’s drink,
let’s music,
before time sunsets our lives
embracing these
inevitable goodbyes.