Awaiting The Harvest

The time of harvest is near.
And though my body feels it may disappear,
I can still remember holding you right here.
I suppress the memories sometimes out of fear
That what I wish for and what I dream may never be real.
But, alas, I know not to make judgments off how I currently feel,
For I know,
In time,
I will be healed.
And, I know
Through your face
My future is revealed.