She was so beautiful tonight,
happy and alive
with that lipstick and rouge...
we laughed
at the rarity of it all
like children playing dress up
in a make-believe world
fun
but
not for everyday.
I was so happy to be embraced
kissed
by her
in the terminal
waiting for the plane
to separate us.
Another chapter...
no
not nearly that long;
maybe another page...
no
not even
another paragraph.
Perhaps a comma
in a complex sentence...
apart again,
but
together soon
as always.
living...loving...writing
