'Soon' is a Four-letter Word
Our time together is never too long
No goodbye ever feels good
Every "see you soon" seems a sweet lie
Told to convince ourselves it won't be
As long of a wait for next time...truth is
I miss you before we even leave
Cherished meetings always feel brief
This heart tears more with each drop
Dripping from eyes that search
For you in every crowd
Each beat breathtakingly
Loud carrying me through until
I can once again have you
To look forward to
