The Same Sky

His memory of me lies
In the chink of his boot,
A page in his book,
As he explores a world strange and new

By the sweat of his brow,
And the taste that still tingles on his lips
He'll yearn for his work to be done,
So he can return from those long trips

The room is cold and dark without his presence,
But I'm so sure he'll be here in no time
I can't wait for his warm embrace,
I long to claim that which is mine

Oh, strike me if I'm wrong
Because I'm sure that we are both looking at the same sky,
Right now, I know that he thinks of me and vice versa,
I can almost see the gleam in his eyes

He keeps my heart under his pillow,
And I keep his around my neck
It will all be over soon he says,
And I'll be home again
Samantha Stough
Wednesday, June 10, 2009

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