No more goodbyes

So nice that "goodbye" in the morning
Isn't I’ll see you in 7 days;
merely a salutation
for the work day,
a prelude to dinner
to the taste of wine
to the warmth of your cuddles
the sight of your goofy smile.
The suburban dream
to come home to you
or you to me...
The crackling of gravel
marking the arrival
of the one that completes
the other.