your only man

Post N° 56

The first eye contact with you
after weeks or months I’ve been away
is always an eerie one. I have to hold my urge
to run to you and hug you and kiss,
and bite you like a piece of cake
because I know I’d scare you.
You stare at me confused at first, not sure who’s this
man making silly faces at you, then sometimes run to the other room,
or, slowly, start to introduce me to you little
friends, puppets and new toys, making acquaintance
with the ones I’ve brought you form home.
This is when I forget about all the roads in the world,
When I really get lost into all your giggles and smiles and cries.
Sometimes you do not need roads or cars to find yourself
far far away from everybody and everything else.