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REMAINS OF THE DAY
Yaaaaaaaaaoooowwwww!
I seek. I crave the whiff, your body scent, again,
Your fragrance, I remember it, it’s as if,
You’re in my arms right here at home today.
My resolve it weakens,
I want you back.
I’m lonely, turn the covers,
Find only bed empty and heart ache,
The terrible pain of my regret,
Oh how I hate my commitment, never to see you,
Have nothing more to do with you,
How ever long I may live,
I swear to it and mean it!
Yet I want you. Wish you, your form
Behind shower curtain and ghost figure in the steam,
The water running full throttle, the heat,
The great comfort, I close my eyes,
There is incredible, when I fall to pleasant vision,
I fail in my recount, you, you, my darling,
I have come to believe you were heaven sent.
I wish to witness your undressing,
Naked in our bedroom, hurrying to get on with the day,
And then the other part,
Me holding you open to savor over and over again.
And you use high-tech electronics, gigabyte millions,
You work a black magic,
The computer’s screen beckons me, keeps me awake,
Believe me when I tell you,
I hear sounds of whirling circuitry,
You’re calling, writing me notes, hoping to fill
To close up the empty between us, and I read,
Though the letters do not include me,
Of course, not word, nothing about me,
Nothing about how things might be going for me,
Your only concern you and how terrible you,
How terrible you feel, and then
The wound reopens, the festering, the red hot,
(Why do I care? Why do I even open your notes?)
The pain surrounding the punctured,
The ripped and torn flesh,
There has not been time enough,
Will ever there be time enough,
My flesh, properly, to heal?
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