Day Dreams

You take my face in both my hands and I melt.
I can feel my body shrinking, almost. I know that you are frustrated with me, but then I wish you would always touch my face, reassuring me. As if the grip somehow transfers your point, as if you are forcing me to understand.
And then you said something so romantic I could have died. That's an odd metaphor to use, but something about the turn of phrase seemed so appropriate. All of a suddent all my hopes and dreams were pinned on sandy shores and dense forests. A train ride away.
These were the moments that could string me through the days of not seeing you, through the missing you. But it hurt waiting and wondering.
Would this feeling ever go away?
Like I never had enough time?
I don't know.