Another lonely night,
confusion sets in.
Is he or isn't he
thinking of me.
Counting down the weeks,
days, hours
until I see him again.
Searching the dark sky
trying to find the
star that shines for him.
Worried for his safety,
worried for our love.
Remembering hurried conversations,
"I love you, I miss you
good-bye"
Wondering if he will ever
make me smile again.
12 weeks, 87 days, 2,088 hours
until I see him again.
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This is a poem for my boyfriend who is in Afghanistan right now
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i like it. up until the end, i could relate in my own way. :
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