Turn over

How long ago it seems now,
that we were in this very same place.
back then this was something i just could not allow,
or rather i was hiding from fears i would not face.

How neatly you have been tucked away,
into the deepest alcoves of my mind,
i had forgotten that my affections had strayed,
but now that you are coming home , that feeling was just so easy to find.

The hours are passing by more slowley,
and i will the numbers to turn over on the clock,
You are consuming my thoughts wholly,
and i have practiced the smile i will flash when i hear your key in the lock.

I have built up our long awaited meeting,
i have planned down to that very last kiss,
as it draws closer my heart is violently beating,
and i know our goodbye will be terirble, if your abscence is capable of this.

Perhaps i am better of this way?
longing for a kiss i have never known?
because despite my fantasy, i know that you would never stay;
I again will be alone.

I have dreamt of this moment for so long,
My sklin is raising into tight domes,
your closing in and the feeling is just so strong...
I turn and run, you call, but i don't pick up the phone.

The night is cold and dreary,
but the warmth of knowledge; it is my shelter.
I have just broken my heart, but i'm feeling cheerie.
I have walked away, you have not thrown me off kilter.

SO here is to hoping, when the clock does turn over,
It plays out this way