eighty five

I can't stop thinking
About how it will happen.
I can't stop imagining
Black and white scenarios
In my head.
Will there be a piano
For me to play
When I miss you telling
Me not to?
Will there be that dress
For me to wear
Because you weren't well enough
To tell me it's a bit short?
Will Ben let me hug him
When it finally hits?
Will I say anything?
Will words come?
Tomorrow, cousin Will is coming
To put Christmas lights on our house,
And in January,
The Lin's are coming to visit,
And I'm overwhelmed,
Not really in a good way