Her

Days float away
like summer leaves.
Here i stand
counting the hours.
One leaf, two leaf
and another 58 more.
Counting hours
until i might glimpse you.
Float away gentle leaves 
and bring her closer.

The morning breeze,
the setting sun,
a warm embrace
and times of fun.
All these i shall trade
for a look from you. 

The furtive look, 
an aching neck,
a hammering heart
and wasted hopes.
All these are what
i gift unto you

Death seems nearer to you
than i shall ever be.

Do my eyes betray me
or is it death
that walks between us?