Sojourn Poetry
Her soft and warm lips pressed against mine
with a firm message of “I am already missing you.”
The embrace said, “I want more, now, for it will be
a while before I feel this again.”
Her wave was one of parting sadness that said,
”Ride safe. Keep me posted.”
I rolled away and looking in the rear view mirror
watched her watching me leave.
Brent
I love the thought of you coming home to me.
You are a blessed, blessed man, Brent Miller.