“where have you been?”

*for all the wistful romantics out there

You creep in, crawl into bed beside me, and stop moving 

“Where have you been?” I say

  

It’s not that I don’t know where you were

Or that I’ve worried while you’ve been gone

  

“Where have you been?”

My voice gravely, I must have been sleeping

 

Eyes closed, I turn my head towards you

My left cheek settles on the soft pillow

I breathe in, and exhale a soft, “mmm”

 

“Where have you been?” 

My voice still breathy, calm, and sure

 

“Where have you been?”

I keep saying

 

I drag my head onto your bony chest 

My right arm finds its way to your mid-abdomen 

I nuzzle softly, finding my place

  

“Where have you been?” 

I inhale as deeply as my lungs allow

I just love how much you smell like ‘you’

 

“Where have you been?”

I say again

 

This time, just a whisper

“Where have you been?”

The words leak past my lips

Softly parted as I drift back to sleep

  

  

7:30 am 

I sit up abruptly

I’m feeling uneasy, unsettled, unsure

My eyes dart around the room, I’m scanning for you

I Panic

And then, 

I see you 

Boxer clad, electric toothbrush in hand

Toothpaste dribble leaking from the corners of your mouth 

Starring at yourself in the mirror 

 Trying to clean out every single crevice

 

My shoulders drop

It was just a dream

You swish and spit

Turn around, walk back into our bedroom 

And look at me with the easiest smile 

I melt a little

 

When it came to my icy heart

Your smile was always a flame thrower

I just didn’t stand a chance

  

I smile back, breathily  

I’m just a little overwhelmed 

 

“Where have you been?” I say

  

I mean I know you’ve been brushing your teeth 

But this poem isn’t about where you’ve really been anyway

 

“Where have you been?”  

I just like saying it

  

I don’t need an answer, in fact I don’t even want one

 

“Where have you been?” 

I keep on saying it

Because every time I say it, I remember

  

No matter where you’ve ever been,

You’re here now.

  

You weren’t always though

There was a time when I was a mid-twenties girl

Writing poetry alone on a Saturday night 

 

Wondering what it might be like 

When I got to ask, “Where have you been?”

But really mean, “I’m so glad you’re here.”

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