Alone at night
I turn out the light
Imagine your warmth.
Cuddle up with my pillow
But I sure do know
It's not you there.
Need overwhelming
I cry sometimes.
I sat on a chair
Wishing you were there
But still 3 months away.
With anticipation burning
Butterflies inside churning
How I wanted you.
Forgotten so much
I ache sometimes.
Not hearing your voice
It isn't our choice
But someday soon.
I'll hold you tight
With all of my might
For the rest of our lives.
AEM - 2004
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