long distance relationshipby
primabarbaraComment by posthumous: It starts with a Kingsize bed. Then she takes a job in the next town.
After a while, her shoes turn into sneakers. You can't smell her hair.
You only see her for five minutes a day when you talk about dinner.
Then you only see her through windows. She is rooting for a rival sports team.
She has entire bank accounts you know nothing about. And vacations.
She is the poet laureate of a completely different state. She eats haluski.
After a few years, you're hearing about her children. Autism, not autism.
Her voice becomes more wonderful and strange than polar bears.
She's just a picture in a book you never opened because you're saving it for a gift
for someone you haven't met yet, who will need just the right thing.
I'm hanging this in my fantasy gallery
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