Goddam that we are here again, back in our good spot, the better spot when it's everything and it's more than even our best friendship and you say there is no one else, and I give us any day and night we want-not just Mondays- and soon I have to count down the days to another "see you soon" that will result in tears-mine- and maybe yours, but you hate to see or hear me cry, probably hate if you show the same so you will do that stare, clench the jaw, and with all of your strength and your mighty arms show me we will be fine, or at least we will pretend that I will try to be fine and I will miss you miss you miss you because goddam it, four and a half years is a long time and we never thought we'd be here still, again and again and all those countless hours and soon I will wait for the countdown that you come back home.
"you said it was dangerous after Sunday
and I knew you loved me"
