Every Third Weekend

Long distance relationships are a #^*%$, but it's great when you finally do see them...

On the Third Weekend I sit and wait
At the train station, feeling lonely
And demure.

But in the space of thirty seconds
That changes, as you hop off the train
And walk with that cocky step
I love.

You smile at me,
And its as effervescent as always,
As lopsided as always,
As familiar as always.

You pick me up and spin me
As if I weigh no more than paper.
And for a moment I don't,
Because you're here.
You're back again.
You're home

The End

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