In Passing

Kissing me on the cheek
I heard you say,
"I love you."
I then said it to you
because it is true.
You squeezed tightly
and I did not mind
the air escaping
from my lungs.
I inhaled as deeply
as your arms would allow,
you have not changed,
nor I. It is as if we are
encased in amber
until reunited.
Doe-eyed girl,
we are destined
for a lifetime
of passing embraces
and memories
of what could have been.