when will this flower die?

Her hair has grown longer since the last time you saw her. But the smell is the same. Oh, how you've missed that smell. She fills your arms in a long awaited embrace you wish would never end. But it does, and the cold replaces her. She looks at you and smiles. It's the smile that melts your insides, but you keep your composure. She's been fine and so have you. It's apparent that both of you can carry out happy days without each other, but here are these reunions that feel fantastic. And the fantastic feeling is yet again followed by weeks of happy days without one another. This works for you both, but in the back of your minds you're both wondering what will happen with it all. These meetings will eventually end, but the cause is what's in question. Time, other people, other places. Perhaps they won't end. But I suppose we won't know today, and probably not tomorrow, nor the next day. So we'll wait as we have been until something happens.