I hear your footfalls in the hall.
I feel your tug on the sheet as you lift it to climb into bed and lie next to me.
I feel your arm wrap around me and pull me close.
Only to be SHOCKED back to reality by the violent stuccato of the yard men’s weed slashing and honorus blowing machines.
The noxious odor of gasoline and fresh cut weeds complete the violation of my senses.
They only come once a month.
Why did it have to be today?
A day that has me longing for you.
The longing was satiated. If only for a moment.