I tried the best distraction I could, visiting with friends …
to give myself some company until your journey ends.
I needed something marvelous to entertain my brain,
to keep my heart from bursting as I slowly go insane.
Although those friends are tried and true, I missed you just as much.
We talked of gods and man, the state of life, the world, and such.
No matter what the subject, though, my thoughts would turn to you,
no substitute available to last the two weeks through.
I sit and count the moments till you’re in my arms again,
here, soaking up the atmosphere we’ve conjured in our den.
I learned that while you’re gone, our home is where I want to be,
within the walls that witness all our witty repartee.
Your smell is in a bottle; I can douse myself each day,
and walk around imagining you offered me a spray.
The book you last were reading’s on the nightstand by our bed.
I use the same shampoo you use to groom your golden head.
And though a saucer’s never ’neath my cup of morning joe,
I think it’s cute you use one, so I do, too, when you go.
I have our family albums, and our portraits on the wall.
I wait with bated breath until the next time that you call.
I clear my afternoon to Skype and hear about your trip,
and know that when you say “a crisp,” you really mean a chip.
I long for it to be the time to go get in the car,
to fetch you from the airport once you’ve landed from afar,
to bring you home and lock the door and throw away the key,
and keep you right where you belong, alongside l’il ol’ me.
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