Thanksgiving Break

I miss you
It feels like you've been gone
forever, like it was just
yesterday, like
these five days would not end
but also like you would be back so soon,
I would barely have time to miss you.

But the passing of time is in-between—
neither instant nor forever,
just the steady pace of these hours
moving toward our reunion.

I miss you—
the turkey and the stuffing
were not filling enough to replace
you.

I want your body
wrapped around mine again,
want your hand in mine again
until we're both asleep
on the silly floor mattress.

Come back on the Peter Pan
tomorrow, and we will open gifts.
Make it back safely and everywhere
will be soft and warm.