Waiting
When he's gone,
I wander, lost.
You see? He anchors my soul.
I'm not myself.
I feel alone.
It's odd. I just don't feel whole.
I miss his touch.
I crave his kiss.
His look, that says I belong.
I want his arms,
to wrap me up.
So tight, but gentle, yet strong.
Come home to me,
my only one.
My love, I miss you so.
Stay here with me.
Don't ever leave.
Sweetheart, when you're here, I'm home.
Andrea Johnson
copyright 2009
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