Case filled,
buckles snapped shut,
stepping out into the lonely road.

Sitting on the edge of the bed
of a distant hotel,
pausing to gain a moment’s composure,
you invade every crevice of my life,
my dreams, my bed
even my body.
Yet, the secret parts of you
remain mysterious,
as if they belong to another world.
Like everyone else,
I’m trundling along
doing the best
to be happy,
to get the most out of life.
A waft of lemon scent comes to me,
a rare but familiar smell.
I picture you at the door.