I enter the room,
sheets changed on the bed
where you quietly won
my heart and body
one more time last night.

You stare out the window,
computer showing a clean page.
A fountain pen and pencil
sit on a yellow pad covered
with hieroglyphic scribbles.

And I know
you are thinking of her.
I am, too.

She has captured your imagination
as so many have before.
And she will haunt
your every waking moment
until the story is written.

I bring a glass of cold, sweet tea
and place it close.
I leave a kiss
on your shoulder
and walk away.

She will remain for a season
consuming your thoughts.
But then the story will be written,
the courtship will be over,
and you will return.

Your heart beats
for that phantom today.
But I have forever.