And So it Goes~Musings:Weekend in June

Weekend in June

We drove together, he and I,
Along the long ride home
On Interstate Seventy-Five.
Darkness blurred the lines in the road
But he, as you often do, did not care
When I could not stay off the yellow.

We had the bestest of times.
He met my dad, and slept in my bed
His face blended smoothly into
Our family portrait in the hallway.
His slender body and gorgeous face
Fit perfectly next to me as we sang hymns on Sunday.

We talked until the afternoon of our departure.
Driving back the reality of my number seven sin
Hit like the Mack truck I was attempting to pass.
The growing evening drained the conversation
And it changed from a trip built for two,
Into him, me, and the presence of you