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The lost hours
the expectation in wanting
to travel and get away
love’s attention begs,
she says,
“Take me with you.”
Travel time
is now upon us both
hands grip 
each other in a way
that mirrors 
the want
clutched up close
we store our bags away. 
Comfortabley away
from coach. 
You place in my hand
a remote. 
Her playful 
smile
returns.