Poem -

Same time. Next year my love

Same time. Next year my love

1979
The motel was almost invisible
In the evening California fog.
I come here every year
I did their books.
They were my First customer.
I did not expect to met her.
The woman I should have met
Before fourteen years of marriage
And three children in the fold.
But my god it was a Collison
destined to happen
Decided by fate
Out of control.
A drink of wine
A fireplace glowing
to take the chill
of autumn from the cold air
And off my heart.
Sure we had sex
But thats not true
We had what
had been missing
from our lifes
Foe way too many years.
I knew and she knew
It was too strong of a bond
To put down to a passing fancy.
Just as much as our children knew
we would always be there
for them.
That we loved them.
And alway would
do that what is right for them.
But twenty five years have gone bye
and I still do the books
for the old motel.
Every year at the same time.
And for a few days
she joins me.
And life is sweet
And the world's journey
is tested.by my needs.
And I feel the love
that I need
the warmth
that I crave.
And the woman
That Β I love
And as she leaves me
The car engine of her vehicle
whines goodbye for now.
I whisper to myself
I love you honey.
See you.
same time next year
my love

Β 

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