The Pheromones of Calling
Home
Scattered and unfocused
My ability to be productive
has turned to mush
In the pheromones of calling
home
The scent of you lingering on
my clothes
A t-shirt I will chance to
change in one more day
But not just yet, I can still
picture you
As if you have just left
The step to my side
The scent of you, it glides
across in footsteps
To my mind and has me acting
in a different way inside
The life of words that hope
to chance
The better part of the coming
days
I can not answer the
employment of this maze
Of spreadsheets and computer
messages
Of phone calls and stapled
prefaces
To conversations on other
matters
Are all underlined by the
subtext of you
That there is a moment coming
one day drumming
That will beat back the
rhythm of your scent strumming
The pheromones of coming home
In the space between that day
and now
I will attempt to closet off
the thoughts of how
Patience can exist in the
sounds and smells that
I know I have missed
In these hours spent, living
the life
That time has meant to play
out the acts
To that moment of time
When the waft of you and I
collide
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