It was the first time,
I had seen you,
In a week,
And,
It was five-thirty,
We had just,
Left my house,
And we were,
Stopping at a stop light,
Then,
We stopped completely,
And for half a second,
I hesitated,
Before I,
Cupped your face,
In my hands,
Turned you towards me,
And kissed you,
As hard as I possibly could,
Trying to tell you,
How much I missed you,
Then I stopped abruptly,
Turned back in my seat,
So I was facing forward,
And didn't say anything,
Until you grabbed my hand,
To get my attention,
So you could kiss me again.
