Jul 14, 2009 12:07
When you're gone
so far away
That even the modern magical miracle
of my mobile phone
Can barely touch you
I still have my memories
To bolster my flagging spirits.
And yet...
They're cold comfort at night
Here in the chill of our half-empty bed
Unfilled and unfulfilling
Fit only for sleeping in.
Come home.
poetry
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