You've been gone for months
And when you’re gone, I wander like a zombie, surviving only on sheer willpower and the determination to prove that I won’t let this take me back into that sucking, dark, endless hole
But still
When you’re gone, the light is gone from the day, like in Sweden or Norway or Alaska when the sun forgets to shine in the winter and nothing is alive and all turns to grays and blacks.
When you’re gone, the birds flee from their perches and fly south for the season (spring, summer, fall, winter, or even the in between mix of all three).
But when you come back
The sun shines brightly enough for ever the man blind from birth to see
The birds sing the most glorious songs
And the weather! A day at the beach, lounging in the tumultuous stormy grey foam, rolling about in the sand, mindless of the long long shower that will be needed to clean the sand from every crevice, every strand of hair on our heads.
The days are spent idly lying in your arms, feeling the whisper of your lips on my cheek, shoulder, neck, lips
It’s an endless Indian summer, and I can’t do anything but bask in the warmth of your love.
It’s bittersweet, with the winter of your leaving blowing gently through the trees
But bittersweet is still sweet
And even when you leave
Your scent lingers on the air
Your taste lingers on my lips
And even if I don’t know when
I know you’ll be back.
