To meetings far away
Leaves me sad and lonely
A week of empty days
The time does seem to go so slow
He'll call me every night
Special words saved just for me
In emails that he writes
It doesn’t help the empty bed
Or cold pillow where he lay
Wearing one of his favorite shirts
Sleep still stays at bay
Longing for his safe return
Please hurry back to me
Sleeping alone just isn’t fun
I know that he agrees
Then when reunited
You’ll claim the love that’s yours
Passionate kisses, loving touch
The moments we live for
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
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