I Never Really Thought About It Until Now

On the third day of your absence
my lips were chapped and I was looking for Cherry Blistex
in the depths of my brown corduroys.
And Honora told me where you are
And trees bent over
And we gathered around the window in the History room.
A shiver snaked through my body.
I wished I was lying under the hollow thunder
I wished you were in my arms
And I sat at my desk with my knees in my neck
and you came to me in a raindrop, on the wind,
in a thought.
We were together again
and I was nursing your wounds.
I think I'll go to your house today
and take a sledgehammer
to your bathtub.