Now there are days, and there are days,
A couple, a week, and no more,
Yet enough, to make togetherness feel new.
Then there will be the keeping of watch
Over the many years, and the comings
And goings of days will fade into nothing.
Such is time now, and such will time be then
And not knowing you will be a ritual
I will perhaps grow used to.
And we will perfect strangers then
Like we were perfect lovers once.
