I miss your wet kisses
on my chapped lips,
and the warm safety
of your tight embrace.
I need your little laugh
to make through this week
and your soft hands
to wipe away these tears.
I fear I won't be okay
while you're so far
and that I'll turn
too quickly away.
I only know home
as a place in your arms,
a goodnight kiss
on my driveway.
But I love you sweetie
even if it kills me
to feel this real.
Still I cry myself to sleep
as I wait for tomorrow
another day to cross off
until I get to go home.
