From The Year Before

I was sitting on that sofa, half falling asleep,
jumping up, hearing engines
approach the street.

And I thought of you,
just like I thought of you
those long minutes before

I went and got my keys
looked at the creaky decrepit
iron and wood bed
our need to stifle moans and rocking roars
I finally got the suitcases and
the stupid text to be read

And I thought of you,
just like I thought of you
sentences ago.