Let the Countdown Begin

One week.
Then I'll lay my weary eyes
ever so hungrily
on your sweet frame.
Seven days.
Then I'll steal another look
at the face that haunts
the lonely paces in my head.
One hundred and sixty eight hours.
Then the sharp suspense
that has kept me awake for so long
will be answered.
One thousand and eighty minutes.
Then one loaded look
from warm brown eyes
tells all.