By lanna
Date: 27 March 2000

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18 days left.
And tomorrow will be 17.
And it will be minus one for the next, and the next, and the next.
Until at long last, there will be no more.

The counting will be over.
We will stand facing one another, for the first time.
How quickly will that precious moment pass?
I fear it will be over before we know it.

What thoughts will pass through our minds?
After so much anticipation
will we be able to live up to the moment?
(Please don't let me be a disappointment.)

What are you thinking of, I wonder.
Are you concerned, as I am?
Or are you prepared to accept me for me?
(If you aren't, can I change your mind?)

The days are passing so slowly.
Will Time continue on as it is
when we are together?
Or will He speed up?

I close my eyes
and hear your gentle voice.
Your words soothe and reassure.
I breathe deeply, relaxing.

What will be, will be.
When dreams become reality,
expect one hell of a ride!

3/27