Getting Together
If, and when, you come around.
Use the key hidden on the ground.
It’s in the back, behind the trash.
In a cracked planter, is my stash.
Let yourself in, I’ll be there soon.
I’m fishing down at Blue Lagoon.
If you come, I know you want help.
You’ve been dumped by another whelp.
I am always waiting for you.
I am pretty sure you know that too.
Sure, I date, and run around.
Just like you, or so I’ve found.
Yet, I am always available.
When it comes to you, I can’t say no.
We both thought we needed time.
Time to ‘sow your oats,’ and mine.
But, the pattern never changes.
You can never remain his.
Whoever it is you are dating.
He is not someone for mating.
You come running back to me.
To be comforted and not lonely.
I often feel the same way too.
When my affairs seem to fall through.
Its been long enough to see the light.
We belong with one another, all right.
Time to consider our relationship.
It needs to become a major trip.
Let’s start being true to one another.
Let’s both admit there is no other.
We have missed out on so much.
Because we didn’t want to rush.
We know we truly love one another.
Time to stop treating me like a brother.
———————R.W. Johnson—–(2017)