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