I Sit and Wait.

As I sit here and wait, a tear glistens upon my cheek.

Will he come? Or will he not?

It seems for hours I have sat here, not daring to move,

Incase I miss him, or he is late.

I have waited months for this moment,

Days, weeks, and hours

Just waiting, waiting, waiting.

I move a little and think of him out there

It has been so long. I long for him,

I long for him to be here with me,

In my arms once more.

Why did he go away, why did he go?

He had everything he wanted here, everything

Was perfect, and to his satisfaction.

I think of our good times, and our bad,

Though the good times more easily remembered.

I sit a little longer, wishing that he would stop the fighting

And come home. Come out of the army, be with

Me. But I am proud of him, oh so proud.

Another tear falls, this time on the ground.

I stare at it, and a shadow appears.

"Why the tears?" The shadow says, moving closer.

I cry some more, as he is here.

My boyfriend is back, away from fighting, and

It is just how it should be,

Him and me.