Hotel

I come blowing in like the wind, and check into the comfort of your smile and kiss

But then leave my key on the dresser and slip out, in early morning hours

All tangled limbs and tangled sheets, you still sleeping peacefully

The cleaning lady pretending not to notice as I pass in the hallway

Head down so my hair shields my face, no suitcase, hastily shoving panties into my bag

Hiding smeared lipstick and yesterday's  mascara, tracing tear tracks from cheeks to chin

Not staying long enough to make an indent in the pillow briefly laying down my weary head

Or for you to recall just what color my eyes were, in late afternoon light

You are not the place where home is

You arms are just a temporary place for this traveller to spend some time, playing pretend

Pressing hands over hearts, skin on skin

But I know that wherever the roads take me, I can always find my way back to you. 

Your light stays on

your light abides

your light endures, but is never mine.