Providing

Providing
you were
supposed
to be back,
providing
you’d stay,
providing
you’ll talk
first unspoken
words
I ever longed
to say.
Perfect errors,
clumsy garbled
messages silence
in your so quiet
hands now
while you look
tired comin’ back.
Won’t we mention
we knew this
would happen
Wondrous cold
golden days
embracing fleeting
rare and precious
hours together.
Won’t use
old tricks
to ever let us
fall in love pieces.
Looked down,
so do I, keeping
our ways on our
fingers crossed