Stupid Me

The night is so still, it's as if the world has forgotten to breathe. Or has paused in its' tracks.
No wind stirs the palms, nor moves the clouds.
No dog barks, no people moving about.
The moon hangs, full, still, silent.
I sip my luke-warm tea, yearning for something more.
Everything, waiting for you, waiting for your re-appearance.

I have just taken the dog for a walk; I had been nervous she would sense your approach,
Both anxious for and scared by the possibility.
I long to hear from you, to hear your apologies, yet know it will do no good.

Perhaps this is the best way.

I wish I could see your face again, watch the crazy smile break out, and wish I had been better at taking pictures. I had planned to, but isn't that always the way?
I wish I could smell you again. Feel your hair in my fingers, feel your strong body. Taste your lips. One last bite.....

I don't want to miss you, this early, this much, but I do. Of course I do. How could I not?
You present yourself as a good man. I just wish I could have caught on sooner.

Stupid me.