Day 7....

Yikes! What a day, I've hardly been home...

Just Before I Left

Though it's the thick of July,
The air is cool tonight.
The moon is round, clear,
Lovely.

I am longing for you.
I am willing you to come.
You won't sense this,
I know it's only in my mind.

Besides, what would I do if
You were here?
What would I say?
I can barely meet your eyes.
I lack the gumption for such
Honesty.

So I look straight into the moon and
Say it to his face;

I believe in you.
How I wish for your happiness.
An ever peaceful, loved soul.

As I sit alone, longing
To comfort you. Hold you.
Be there to give you
What you might need.

But I don't have those things,
Do I?
And,
After all,
You're not really here,
Are you?

So I look at the sky,
And longing for you I

Breathe in what is real
And stand up quickly -
Because the onions are burning.

Onions I am preparing for my
True Love.