I
This time of year
hits me like a steam engine.
The gloom settles over me
like an annual fog
of residual sadness.
II
I am yearning to be home.
In my true home.
Wrapped in my lover's arms,
listening to her heartbeat,
and feeling her diaphragm expand
and contract.
III
I remember when we sat in her car.
She couldn't look at me.
She had to focus on driving,
and I had to on
not kissing her.
I know in the future
I wouldn't be able to resist.
I can't wait for the day
when she would kiss me back.
And if she was to get too distracted
and not see a tractor trailer coming our way,
it would be the best way to die.
Together.
m.e.o
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