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By CryingShame58 Date: 2009 May 28 Comment on this Work [[2009.05.28.23.12.8412]] |
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Sneaky and silently you creep into the back of my mind. I quickly put a million other things in front of you. So much easier done during working hours than evenings. Phone calls, visitors, input and output, buying and selling. The rush hour traffic doesn't shut you out. There you are in a song; missing you reaching for my hand. I pass familiar places we would meet, talk, touch and laugh. I move the music to a different beat;I read new bill boards. I stop by the grocery store to pick up a few items. I pass your favorite bread, salad fixings, cheese and fruit. With each step I move quicker so I won't notice your favs. Isn't there one thing in here that won't remind me of you? I rush home and there's a sigh of relief as I hear barking. I can't get the door unlocked fast enough and unload items. I hurrily slide the glass door open and hug my precious pet. Then I feel a pang in my heart knowing she loves you more. I take my time dressing into my favorite NEW pjs How quick or slow you would you seduce and undress me? As fast as I think of that stupid notion-I get busy again. I glance at the clock; thinking four hours more to stop this bull butter. |