Something strange and impulsive caught me off guard today as I was driving home from your place-
An urge to stop in the parking lot and stare at trees
(The ones I told you about that I’ve been carefully watching shift straight from green to a red-hot orange).
I sat still and thought about trees
And about the way things looked six months ago
And how it all looks now.
For a second I was kissing you again and could feel your breath and your body
And I longed for it all so deeply
(Even though my lips just dried from last night).
I sent you a picture of the trees.
I put the car in drive and kept moving.
Isn’t this life so wonderfully desperate?