I am hanging on the edge of tomorrow

And knowing that you will come.

I have waited this long; I can measure the time by the length of your hair

And how many times I have listened to this cd.

It has been four months since I’ve laid by you

And I’m thankful that our semester together was much longer than our semester apart.

For all the distance and time in the world, you are still now as you were to me when 

I was torn from your grasp in Boston by the traffic director 

With the hard eyes and rough voice.

We have three silver-lined days before you fly out of my life,

Before I know you only through a phone connection.

You are a rarity, a remaining piece of a home I shall never again live in