Sunday .......

As I drove off, I looked in the side view mirror and watched you, like I always do when I drive away.

Smaller and smaller you become.

Further and further from where I long to be.

With your voice still in my head, I was burning.

I felt needy. 

I'm furious at the way we are always together but apart.

Our lives always pulling you from me, and me from you.

I live with the situation because with you, I feel adored.

You make feel like a Goddess.

Your Goddess.

You have no idea the power your words and your love have on me.

But, maybe soon, you will.

You see, i’m a thief.

I steal things ....

your kisses,

your heart,

your clothes.

I love slipping into things you’ve worn.

I become intoxicated catching that last lingering scent of you.

I breathe you in.

Deep.

Soon it will be gone and I’ll be waiting for you.
Like a junkie needing a fix.

You’re my fix.

I’m your addiction.

Maybe we’re just each other’s junkies/addictions?

I can never tell.

When i’m close enough to breathe you in, I cease to care about anything else.

But i'm not close now.

I drove away from you.

It's what I have to do.

So please, forgive my moments of being needy,

my moments of frustration.

But they happen.

At the end of the day, when it’s all said and done, i’m yours.

Your red headed Goddess/junkie.

As I drove off, I wished so very much that it wasn't Sunday.