There’s something about
Being away from you
That makes my soul ache
And sing like a nightingale;
It’s beautiful and sad,
Like your face when you
Have to leave me behind
To go back to reality.
Not that I even know
For real yet; it’s only
Conjecture on my part.
Still,
I know that look.
The “why do I have
To leave you and go
Back to reality” look.
That’s the biggest thing
My partners have in common.
Polyamory ain’t a walk
In the park, but
The thing I’m looking forward
To least of all
Is that hangdog look
When you drop me off and get
On your plane
Back to reality.
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