HOMESICK

passenger seat in your beat down CRV

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1 am

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70 down the interstate

left hand in yours

your flannel in my right

pressed against my nose

something so reassuring about your aroma

and it's not the cologne you spent

a weekends paycheck on

or the deodorant you've 

been using since the day i met you

but simply

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you

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you smell like home

and every time i'm in your arms

for those minutes that seem 

like forever

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when i close my eyes and my face

hits your chest

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i'm no longer

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                   homesick

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                               orion carloto