The Door

Author’s note: This poem reflects Hutch’s feelings for Starsky…I wrote this as a surprise for my friend Linda. So this poem is dedicated to her.

I hear his step at the door, so familiar now,
As is everything about him.
The distinct scent of him when he’s close.
The warmth of his breath against my neck.
And those eyes, that mirror my desire with every glance,
I knew…
Since that first day, I saw his handsome face in the twilight,
The summer nearing it’s end,
And my will slipping away with each word he spoke,
I knew…
No matter what he does, no matter what I do,
Our lives remain connected somehow.
Thrown together by fate, whether right or wrong,
I knew…
Nothing was going to change, not for me,
I was always going to love him.
Is that really so difficult to understand?
My partner, my friend, my lover…
I know that I will always wait for him,
For his step at the door.