We're apart once again But this time something feels different My breath leaves me when I think of him As if my soul has already chosen its home
I long for him Like a wife for a distant husband Written letters gather in my hands And poem shaped around his name And yet I never write it...
His gentle touch etched into my soul
I ache for his love I call him mine and the world falls quiet I call him my husband Even if he turns away from the word...
It's a strange kind of love to envy every soul who gets to spend time with him while I wait outside his hours. Strange still to call him mine in front of him.. While he looks at me like a mystery
I type I love you! And erase it again and again... Doesn't he get it? That I love him indeed! Yet have no courage to speak Perhaps one day he will pull me close and in the quiet between us whisper,
- I love you..