I cant stop thinking about him
i can speak without wanting to talk about him
i just want to feel his touch
hear his voice
see his smile and look into his eyes
we talk everyday
but its not the same
his job to protect our freedom lies in his hands
being a soldier imprisons me
my inability to keep him safe is inadequate
so i wait
i wait for his every response
hoping its not bad
hoping its not to late, that death did not call his name yet, hoping..
any minute could be the last,
his last breath,last smile...
so i wait....
