Stupid Lampposts

Guess what, my love? I saw you this morning, but sadly I'm pretty sure you didn't see me. As soon as I saw those headlights approaching, I tried to maneuver myself to be visible to you… but the lampposts and columns and plants and all the rest of it just weren't having it.

That traffic light has never been the best place for us to do our thing… except perhaps that one time you totally didn't almost run me over, that is…

But I got to see you. And I don't, usually, except when I'm lucky enough to see that hand in the window. But the lighting today… I only got your silhouette, but still…

I love when you have your hair like that. Gosh, it's so lovely.

Then again…

I love when your hair is down. Or tied up. Or in a bun sticking out of your sunhat. Or even cut ever so short… though it hasn't been that way in years. Or… just… however you have it at any given moment…

I just love thinking of running my fingers through it while our lips explore each other for hrs & hrs…

sigh

I hope you have a wonderful day, my sweet lady. And I hope I get to see you again soon…

Love,
♒️