I miss when driving
from Manchester to Willimantic at night
was a long trip.

I'd stop at the drugstore for all I needed:
a bottle of red Mountain Dew,
and enough change for a drink at the bar.

I could arrive at work at ten on Friday;
no one minded, and it was just a temporary job anyway.
I'd drink the leftover soda on the morning trip.

It all emanated "temporary."
In the two apartments we kept changing bedrooms, and changing roommates;
even our bed we made of blankets on the floor, and packed up in the morning.

We prayed to God together, and
I loved you with my whole heart, holding nothing back.
Such a naive, foolish girl.

I miss the taste of warm, flat Mountain Dew.
I had to stop drinking it;
it was making me fat.

It was meant to be temporary.
It is good that we now have responsibility beyond ourselves.
But still, I miss...
As I drive from Middletown to Woodstock at night
And pray to God
That we will not fight about Him
And as I lie with you,
a feeble guard I've built around my heart
And we wait for the early alarm
Restless and tired
We can't stay awake long, unless we fight.
Such a naive, foolish girl, and yet
How I wish to be her!

We still pray to God.
You are still warm.
I still look for the day I can again love you with my whole heart,
Pure and free, because
This time it will not be temporary.

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