The missing started early today,
as soon as the last loop around
our cul de sac for a final wave goodbye
and a few blown kisses from that bay window
I keep forgetting to wash.
I turned left and sullen
behind the forced squint of driving into
the still-low sun and the prospect of spending
another day being far too far away from you.
This will be another low-production day
of back and forth texts that make you giggle
and make me want to come all the way back home –
like that one time not too long ago when you met me
at the door in the heat of the day wearing nothing
but a short yellow sundress and knowing what you know.
Rockhutst Review - Spring 2013