Saturday, June 29, 2013

a poem

frankly, there's love and then theres not
but i'm lucky that right now, it's love that i've got

tender moments in store for future, i'm sure
waiting for the moment you walk in the door.

the physical pain of your missing presence stabs
the ache and hollow inside of me grabs

the aura of light will mist round your face
our eyes will lock during the gaze

you will be home, and I'll rest quietly
peace will be stirring, you'll be with me.



I've been listening to sad music while Matt's been gone to New York! I'm just so glad he'll be home soon. (:

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