Agonizing thoughts gather in
my head when I'm gone from my girl.
Lover, I haven't jumped on a plane,
I'm only a hundred miles away.
But these ideas increase-
I could go out, looking to relive nightmares
or create new-
I'm interrupted.

My uncle approaches me and says,
"kid, your eyes look a bit less blue."

"Must be the weather."

I stand, heading for the coffee ***,
and instantly feel weighted.
I think of things to come.
Dances in our bedrooms, her expression when
we make love.
I'm all choked up.

"Lost in thought, are we? Care to share?"

Share? Her? Lauren?
"No, no. I'm all right."

"A grandmother knows. Have some coffee."
She smiles as if she has a secret
and makes her way to her seat.

The coffee is just how I like it.
Perfect amounts of cream and sugar.
A grandmother knows.

"Kid, when you're away from your lover,
it's a terrible thing. But when you're the one that's away,
you're the one that can go back."

Lover, I'm ready to go back to you now.
Lover, I'm ready to rediscover you.
Lover, I'm aching to sink into your skin.
Lover, I'm longing to hold you again.