It was exactly one month ago that you dropped me off at the
Phoenix airport.
You were a mess. I could see it in your eyes.
It seemed like your whole world was crumbling around you.
Everything was slipping through your fingers.
I apologized for having to go. I
wished it was our normal two-week-or-less countdown, but you were busy, I was
busy, there was nothing we could do.
You told me that if you had any money, you would buy a
one-way ticket to come with me.
But you didn’t, you couldn’t.
But you didn’t, you couldn’t.
You were shaking.
I told you that everything was going to be ok. I told you
that it wasn’t going to be that bad. One month would fly by and before we knew
it we would be living together for the whole summer.
We’d share the whole summer together. Everything would be
different.
We split ice cream as you tried to make me smile.
You were a mess.
I had to go, but you told me, “One more kiss!” I complied and
then turned to walk away.
Oh, how I loved you.
Three more times of that and you finally let me go after I
started getting panicky about missing my flight. I was always the worrier.
I had to make it work. There must be a way.
The hours between 5 and 10.
Where were you my sweet Bear? How lonely did you feel? How
desperate did you become?
Thank
God.
You sat down with your mom and told her I was the one.
You
told her that they needed to get to know me better.
I had to be up for work at six.
Goodnight my love.
No comments:
Post a Comment