Your touch brings warmth to my skin

We are alone for 30 minutes

I talk to you, so many wonderful conversations

But then you will leave, and get a drivers license

I thought it wouldn't be so soon

But you got a new house, you get to decorate your room

Oh I'm so happy for you

But what am I going to do?

I won't be able to talk about my day

I can't vent, or hear you say it's going to be okay

Everything has to be said through text

Will I even get a response?

I won't be able to snuggle up by your side

Or see how it feels with your hand in mine

I thought we had more time

But it all becomes less and less..