Sojourn Poetry
Her soft and warm lips pressed against mine
with a firm message of โI am already missing you.โ
The embrace said, โI want more, now, for it will be
a while before I feel this again.โ
Her wave was one of parting sadness that said,
โRide safe. Keep me posted.โ
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.
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You are a blessed, blessed man, Brent Miller.
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