Cheryle
lived in her VW van
Parking it behind our bus
Every night for many months
For the safety and the company.
We cooked meals together
Visited each other whenever
Talked our hearts out
About everything that mattered
Every morning early
I'd go to her bus, open the back
door
Without knocking
See her blond hair cascading on
her pillow
Gently tweak her nose between my
fingers
Ask her if she'd like to go for
coffee?
She'd russle in her pillow
Open her eyes slowly, stretch
and yawn and smile
"Sure...Give me a
minute..."
I'd return to my own bus and
wait.
In ten minutes she'd be there
And we'd go do our morning
thing.
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