In 36 hours Hands meant to touch, Will be reunited. Words now unsaid, Will grace the hearts of lovers. Lips left dry by time and space, Will have their thirst ended in a moment. Hearts left weeks to dream, Will embrace the sweetest of returns. Minds left to wonder through technology, Will again find simplicity in love’s togetherness. In 36 hours Things will go back to how they were meant to be, And flames will be united on a single candle. The Spring winds will blow, And truth will be uncovered in absent desert sands. The bright Sun will rise, And warm their flesh together. The stories will be told, As their words bleed on the canvas of their lives. In 36 hours. That’s all it takes. Forsaking the hours past since their last kiss, Ending the torment created by the empty space In their nook. 36 hours. Let it be, That my life continues for at least that long. That my breaths get me to that space. That my heart beats strong toward such a destiny. A simple prayer from a complex man. 36 hours. 36 days. 36 years. Fovever.