Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Prose

I don't want him for an hour, or just on the phone. 
over hushed voices and sleepy conversation.
I don't want him in a letter.
Multiple words sprawled onto paper expressing emotion.
I want him indefinitely. 
I want him on my worst days,
And the best.
I want him here with me,
But, for now, I'll cherish the yawns,
Whispered "I love you's" over the phone.
And I'll reread your letters,
Over and over,
On days that I miss you the most.
And I'll wait for the day that he will be here with me, 
Indefinitely. 

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