It's Me

Hey. It's Me. I wrote you a poem some time ago. About how there's this man. Here's another for you. It's Me. I'm trying to be patient. I'm jumpy with the anticipation That you are coming back to me. Coming home. You're so far away. But I still feel you in my heart. Every night I dream of you. That you're walking though the door. Or that I'm waking up beside you. It feels SO real. And then I wake. And then you're not walking through the door. And then you're not laying beside me. And then I'm back in reality. You are doing your job. I know you are being as safe as you can. Sometimes you cannot tell me where you are. I accept that and I wait. I wait for the email. The one that says you get to come home early. I wait. I wait for the rare call, The call you make when you get even the Smallest bar of cell service. Wherever you are. I hear your voice on the line From across the world. The most comforting sound I know. And I know everything will be okay. And I know we will be together soon. I hear your voice on the phone . And you greet me: Hey Hunny, It's me.



Submitted April 11, 2019 at 04:36AM

Hey. It's Me. I wrote you a poem some time ago. About how there's this man. Here's another for you. It's Me. I'm trying to be patient. I'm jumpy with the anticipation That you are coming back to me. Coming home. You're so far away. But I still feel you in my heart. Every night I dream of you. That you're walking though the door. Or that I'm waking up beside you. It feels SO real. And then I wake. And then you're not walking through the door. And then you're not laying beside me. And then I'm back in reality. You are doing your job. I know you are being as safe as you can. Sometimes you cannot tell me where you are. I accept that and I wait. I wait for the email. The one that says you get to come home early. I wait. I wait for the rare call, The call you make when you get even the Smallest bar of cell service. Wherever you are. I hear your voice on the line From across the world. The most comforting sound I know. And I know everything will be okay. And I know we will be together soon. I hear your voice on the phone . And you greet me: Hey Hunny, It's me.

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