Here’s Looking for You
I hate the cruel ease of our airport
romance-free zone ripping us apart
curbside kiss fractured by a barking cop
you spin away, sexy in running shorts
angry for your own reasons,
the goodbye I want crushed deep into my gut unpunctured
as you wrestle into sloppy traffic,
miss me standing around unfriendly baggage
two fingers on my lips, maudlin, not wanting to turn
toward the sterile confined journey away from you
not wanting to remember how it all ends:
only after we admit how much we missed
only after you collect me at this same curb
only after you come toward me through the mist of distance as you do
eyes gently softened
only after that, when I have been back for hours or days
is it safe to be home with you
again
