He can't smoke in the hotel room, so he took his pj's.
We had a quick drink at the airport bar, Billy's, then kissed
not so much like lovers, but like people in love. In love
it doesn't matter, the distance. Meaning, it will be hard
but we will do what we have to do, and take care
of each other by making it day after day on our own.

...until we can be together again....

He hooked up the web-cam thinking that while he's away
he'd spy on the cat periodically, but I'm taking her to my house
instead so I'll be the one he'll see. So during the next two weeks
I'll be stopping by to tidy up this and that and be brave,
sweet, and naughty, aching for him to come
home to me soon.