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The Wait
Eyes open in the dark and grow accustomed to the shadows.
You are not here, and sadness sweeps my soul.
Shifting in my bed I stick my foot outside the covers,
And remember how your voice can make me whole.
I pull more pillows to me, for a hug that's just pretending,
And my heart jumps at the image it evokes.
I hear again your love words, and their warmth begins to fill me.
You are not here and sadness makes me choke.
We will talk again, I know it, but we surely won't be sharing
All our dreams and passion lying side by side.
And although I miss you, Darlin', this great gulf at least is lessened,
By your cherished calls, and in them I abide.
