I heard the whistle twice tonight,

As the train passed miles away,

And whipporwills, and Bob White quails,

As I sat alone and prayed.

I prayed that you will soon be home,

So maybe I can sleep.

To everything a season comes,

Will then sweet love I reap?

The morals taught at Momma's knee

Won't let me throw away,

The vows I made in sight of God,

And that is why I stay.

An aching void inside of me,

Reminds me of the need.

Yet pride prevents my inner child,

From falling down to plead.

I want your love because you choose

To love me in return,

If I must ask for what is mine,

Then silently I'll yearn.

What happened to the lovely plans

I thought we two had made?

Will I know pain 'til they lay me down

Alone in a lonely grave?

I see the waning moon so low

It sits among the trees.

My heart is breaking for your touch.

Oh, please come home to me.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This was written about the year 1989.

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TREXPATTON's picture

Jessi, your last verse, about the moon, prompts me to ask if you would critique my "Vincent...." on PoeticA, please. Tkx, Teddy

"Poe" I'm not, nor "Rich" am I,
but I'll be famous, b'ye and b'ye !

Judy Costea's picture

What a beautiful eloquent piece you have painted with your words... I am so amazed how you write such beautiful poems. You are truly a talented gift from God.
Thank you for sharing this..
Peace and Love