Tennessee

I look at the photographs you sent me almost every day.

There's a vision I always have
of you sitting behind the wheel
while I pretend to sleep

In between daydreams
and the waking sting of discovery
I watch your taut shoulders

Your hat is pulled back
and your shirt is dusty
Soft smile
Windows rolled down

Body quieted
The ache and need
Replaced with a warm glow

It will always haunt me.

Not your touch-
Your absence.