the aftermath of goodbye kisses

i love it but i hate it at the very same time
we`ve had ones that had been stretched between months, weeks, days, moments...
and still yet, i`m not used to it at all...
because its bittersweet, pursing up and moving close
it can give off something good, something sweet, always soft..
always close, always comforting, always prone to bring gut feelings and hard grips..
it lingers after its over, after its over in the mind starts a countdown
until the next time, until time will come around and put me back in your presence
only to count down once again when you`re gone until the next one..
and it`s bittersweet; but i can still taste you on my tongue..