When you’re gone

Kingman AZ

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Will, when you leave I can’t wait for you to come back. It feels like agony waiting to see you. As the days get closer to your return the anticipation causes my heart and head to go into a frenzy of fantasy of the things I want to say to you, do to you, of just you. Finally, the morning I guess you’ll be back, my heart sings, I feel happy. Some weeks I’m disappointed and antsy because you aren’t there when I expect, but some times you are; and we look at each other in the eyes, squeeze out a faint good morning or how are you, moving on with our days dancing around each other like love lorn middle schoolers to shy to be anything but evasive and pleasant, with me staring intently at your face as you make your one word senseless jokes, and me never saying all those things I fantasize saying to you.