SPOKEN WORD

As i write,
I lean across a table.
As i write,
He leans with me.
As i write,
i feel his finger tips,
across my back and it lingers.


As i write,
He's loving me,
loving me, from the back of my neck to my tippy toes


As i write,
I know
As i write
I know he's going home
to some one else


As i write