You were a temporary place, for me to hang my sadness. Night after night, I would visit you and enjoy the temporary view of joy. The mornings always felt so sweet. You would roll over behind me, and pull me close, unaware of my smile. I wanted nothing more than to feel that forever. But temporary is not forever, and forever is much too long. In the morning, I would pack my sadness and head back home. All temporary things must come to a permanent end. So now I reminisce about that place, that someday, someone, will call a permanent home.
