I sit hear waiting...
Waiting for you to walk through that door.
I am happy when I think back on our memories.
I am sad when I start to miss those times.
The tears that fall are caught by your letters with grace.
I read your letters when I want you close
Your words are what keeps me from leaving this place
You said you'd come back to me
But the letters don't come as often anymore
The thoughts of our future were once your strength to survive your journey through the hot deserts of Iraq
I was your light that guides your way home.
You are my true love and I will forever wait for you here, staring at that door you long ago you used to walk away from me.
The day that you come back to me....
That will be the day I begin to live again.
