Every blink is painful, in those moments where

you cannot look into their eyes or smell their hair,

as if even that one small moment is worse than a stab

in the heart, as you try to grab

the hand that is not entwined in your own.

After all the years, when even the wrinkles have shown,

when the hair that was warm brown

has matured into a silver crown.

His eyes though, still look into your soul

his laugh still makes your whole

world seem a bit brighter,

your soul a bit lighter.

You know that those days will come,

but right now just his smile makes you feel dumb.

Your brain is stuck on that smile,

stuck on the sparkle in his eyes while

the seconds, the minutes, the hours turn

into years, decades, lifetimes, but those moments still burn

engraved in your memory.

Yet those eyes, lips, and smile in your memory

is what is making you fall in love with him,

while you wait to meet the future him.