Amidst the Fog

Personally, you drive me mad.
I'm trying to make sure that I can still function properly. Honestly, you're not at all aware of what you do to me.
A touch. A few caresses here and there.
That simple moment was enough to cause my heart to sing. It sounds so beautiful when you play it, and as usual, I anxiously await another encounter. I don't understand. On the outside, it seemed as though you merely sat next to me and caressed my hair. On the inside...it wasn't exactly butterflies. It gave a thrill, and yet it felt so nice, as if the warmth of light came to keep me company for awhile. Why must you do this to me? Why is it that I savor each and every touch from your hand? I long for you to come near and talk with me, and yet I feel as though anything I can ever think of to say seems so pointless.
Your melody soothes and excites. Could this possibly be more than what this is? Our time is too short, and it seems almost not fair. I guess what matters most is that I was given this opportunity to know you, but there's still so much I have to learn. Barry Manilow has this song, "We're still here, it's just that we're out of time. Like two ships that pass in the night." That's how I feel about us. Meeting you is one of the major things that has made this year worthwhile.
But it's too soon to say goodbye. We still have time, so I pray that I will be holding on tightly to our seconds.
Time may tear us asunder
and fog may split us up.
We must journey on forever
though my bittersweet tears fill this cup.
But I beg of you to remember
every moment we spent together.
Day by day
night by night
if what is said is true,
then maybe one day,
someday,
somehow,
I'll be led back to you.