Twelve Hours

Twelve hours to erase you
from my system.
Man,
Twelve hours to forget your scent
is rushing it …
I’m crashing
the little place of happiness within…
We dove in on Friday
In this cozy hole in a world
of strangers. Just two.
Au nature {fr}.
Like always. Raw but gentle,
We're molten as one. This is some
surrealistic expression
of bodies,cross-woven style,
with wide-open souls. So…

Countdown starts in the morning, 
When mourning the inevitable, 
And grasping last moments
of togetherness minus stress,
we spent “just another minute”
in a bed, and that
almost cost you an airplane flight...
“Yeah, right, it was a bad idea”-
We agreed on the way to the airport..
Hastily, I dropped you off
Promising: “You will make it, text me”… 
We kissed.
Countdown begins...

I am in. I can make it happen.
Change the bed, wipe the floor,
throw leftovers
of last night’s casual feast.
Shower… and thru running water
See us together in
yesterday’s reflection of a mirror…
Wrong… I need to move on
and re-learn to be happy. Alone.
I’ve given myself Twelve hours
to erase you … maybe…
One day - I know - you will return.