On a plane back home, away from
already waiting for that moment
too aware of the minutes apart
to be concerned with looking forward to anything new

Sitting in a park
weeks later
staring at passionate reunions
knowing how sweet those feelings will be
when two lovers who became strangers
will become lovers once again

Anticipating the fears, the joys
pure agape from two halves creating the whole
once again
craving the explosive contact
that will create the envy in the oldest of romantics

Waiting for years in every city
staying awake long past bars’ closing hour
knowing the pain of her new embrace
as I still hold out hope
for a reunion that will never occur

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(written on computer)