Unless you’re here

There’s a lot of miles of road between my bonnie girl and me

A mile of road may as well be the Andaman Sea

Girl I’m missing you as soon as I open my eyes

Missing you from sunset to each empty sunrise

I console myself that we are looking at the same moon

Even through the distance we’re as connected as can be

Safe and strong in the connection that we share

Miles of stinging longing electrify the air

I’m afraid some jars will stay unopened until I get home

And who will read the poems?

Even flowers in the garden long to be taken home to you

My day hasn’t really happened unless you’re here to tell it to

The sorrow of separation can only be matched by the joy of reunion

God willing, I’ll be home before the first snow falls

And see your shining glow and feel your embrace

And gently stroke your glorious face and hair

And scratch your back where you can’t reach

And softly snore

In the warm luxurious comfort of home, and heart, and you

By DanShaw.com