This morning’s goodbye
tugged and pulled
like never before
as I tattooed a kiss
on your neck
inhaling your smell
while your eyes searched,
smiling,
reaching,
that place of home
no one else has before.
Twenty-five years of this
is wearing us down
to break the restrictions
we created for safety:
the not-falling-in-love clause;
the no-questions-asked rule;
the only-a-few-days-at-a-time mantra;
the take-in-for-what-it-is precious moments.
This week was different
and you asked;
I replied.
You went there;
I returned holding your hand.
I expect nothing;
you anticipate even less.
But,
somewhere in the in-between
the words
“I will miss you”
echoed from both our lips
and that’s
worth a priceless fortune
to the essence of
our soul union
in this new era….