Starts with a P~

It’s 4 pm and once again
You’ve packed your bags,
Driven home,
To your other home at least.

~

And with each suitcase
Packed full, Yoda in the backseat
Of that little black car I know
All so well, I have to say goodbye
Each and every time.

~

It’s one more 5 hour drive,
One more hot day standing
On the sidewalk as you back
Out and drive down 10th.

~

Just a July day, the ninth day
Of the month, 2 from starting
Something new at a new place,
Only 4 more from seeing
You up here again.
And only just a few more weeks until
Goodbyes are not ordinary.

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It’s 4 pm and my life goes back
To what it always does during the week.
Errands, school, work, nightly
Phone calls and chats online.
Waiting only for Friday when
You can surprise me by getting here early
And going to the place that we consider
Our “other” home, a little restaurant
On a corner in the Pearl, that starts
With a P and ends with a “changs.”