Lonesome Days
These days seem to advance
ever so slowly.
The eroding of mountains
from trickling streams
appears to happen at a
much faster rate than
me waiting here, alone,
waiting for your return.
I fill my time
with inconsequential tasks.
All designed to
while away the lonely minutes,
spent alone, thinking of us
sheltered in our embrace,
expressing our love for each other,
as only we can.
I lay alone in my bed
and I close my eyes tight,
I can feel your warmth
next to me.
Your soft yellow hair
caresses my lips as I
nibble your neck.
I can feel your
breath on my cheek.
Then I open my eyes
and I realize
I am once again...
alone.
Comforted only by the knowledge
that the day next,
we will be in
each other's arms.
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