whispering prayers
left over from the night before
with the birds
with my hon
half way around the world
boarding his long flight home
1:00 in the morning
a time I don't usually see
driving to meet him
sun roof
...moon roof
open
the sumptuous smell of summer's honeysuckle
settling around me
already?!?!
or is it just sweet expectation?
music with my mocha...once again
...he is home
and with beautiful souvenirs!?!?!
2 comments:
He's back in his home; all's right with the world!
what a beautiful runner ... as are your words
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