I'm talking to her
About all the things
Like it's all brand new fur,
Freshly squeezed juice
Of yesterday,
Learning how to play
Again; add a new bruise,
What tomorrow brings
Is old expectations,
But I'm still anxious
Looking at the door
Not even 59 past 4
Somehow time has become
All the more precious,
Looking forward to coming home,
Giddy like a little gnome,
Muffled greeting
Playing dumb,
Please repeat again
Making sure it isn't hallucinations,
I suppress the joy bleating
From within, no gloat
Most grateful am I then
Like an Eskimo
With a brand new coat,
If only the world could know...
© okpoet