Timeline

Okay, so it's nearly 12:30 AM. I should really be in bed, since I have a test tomorrow (writing composition), but aside from that, I simply shouldn't be up this late. Anyway, I know this isn't exactly what you guys want from me, but it's something. So here it is. A poem... after a LONG time. A poem that actually has something to do with how I feel. Normally my poems are irrelevant and have no relation to myself... So this is different. Hope you guys like it.

We sit together.
In cheerful words we laugh,
Exchanging mostly smiles.

We hug in private acknowledgement,
Of our seemingly long journey ahead.

But I am aware of the kitchen’s timer.
I can see it in your eyes.
Although they are so strong,
I know one day you will drift off,
And I will have no one else to talk to.

Sometimes I think of the day I shall hear the alarm.
It rings in my head,
Like a nervous heart-beat.
My very own.

“Don’t think too much ahead,”
“Think of the now—you won’t regret it.”
So many say.
Yet here I am,
Catching your eye once again,
A caring smile falls upon you.
And I am once again shot with the sudden shock,
Of possibly losing you.

[EDIT: And if you're wondering who the heck this could be about, since the possibilities could be relatively endless-- it's supposed to be in regards to my dad. I was in one of my recent mood swings, and with that mood swing, I couldn't help but think about the things that I fear in the future. One of the many is the parting of my dad... ;( ]