Not yet here.

You're not yet here,
But you fill my thoughts.
The things not to do,
And then the oughts.

I worry for you.
I worry for us.
I know it will look like,
Making a fuss.

But I must, I must.
For fear of regret.
For fear of my fault,
That I couldn't forget.

The genes they have stirred.
The worrying builds.
Below the surface.
As the love gilds.