Next Time

The next time we hold hands
I will tell you about my dreams
And how the days that stretch away
Will be made for us alone.

The next time we meet
We will dance throughout the night
And make promises to be kept
All our lives long.

The next time we lie together
We will cast off the moment
And hold eternity between
Our perfectly matched selves.

The next time you see me
I will be whole again --
All my wrongs righted
My damages repaired.

Next time I hope is not
So long in coming.
Its bright hope points
Me toward a new beginning.

This time is ending.
I have trouble seeing ahead.
This time the pain will not stop.
I am not sure how much more.

Until then.