Shift Work Romance
Waking to the brilliance of seeing you,
In the stealthy dark of the early morn.
I stir and gather to ready myself,
For another work day born.
I drive thru traffic on familiar roads,
With thoughts of sly smiles and quick glances.
While changing lanes, rounding corners, finding work,
I see images of you as my imagination dances.
Finding the punching clock checking right then left,
Searching for that one face which will lift my heart to a new height.
There, eye contact, smile meets smile, lifting spirits,
Briefly the day wants to extend where morning never darkens to night.
Me learning how my day will go,
You telling how your night went.
Listening yet not hearing still seeing that smile,
Thinking about the next few minutes and how they will be spent.
The time has come the top of the hour,
You stirring, gathering, picking up.
Finding that clock, the locker, then the stairs,
Me checking my list hurrying to catch up.
Walking side by side down and out,
Laughing, talking, or just smiling cause you’re there.
Not caring how long it takes or how far,
Each second seems to slow down as we hit the chill of the morning air.
Standing beside what will take you home,
Searching for words to make it last.
Longing for a touch, a hug, a gentle kiss,
But waiting on the ghosts of a dreary past.
Saying goodbye with only a look and words,
You climbing in, shutting doors, turning keys.
Me walking away, checking time, looking back,
Wishing my heart was still full of you, now empty in the morning breeze.
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