HOMESICK

passenger seat in your beat down CRV

1 am

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

you

you smell like home

and every time i'm in your arms

for those minutes that seem 

like forever

when i close my eyes and my face

hits your chest

i'm no longer

                   homesick

                               orion carloto