Vacation's End

Like knocking against a wall
Hands tied behind my back
Alone and closed,
With my thoughts and memories.
Straining, pushing, wanting
Being thwarted at all points.
Memories of arms, hands trailing shivers
Lips on lips and eyes locked
Few inches of separation
Warmed by you, warmed by me.
Looking at each other,
Silently acknowledging the truth.
Soon the warmth will be gone.
And you will be gone.
I'm still waiting, straining at the bonds.
Every last inch of me yearning.
Alone, and waiting.