How I remember you always these days
Like you are right there with me in spirit
I want to believe you haven’t left me
even though I cannot touch you or see you
The days are not things I look forward to
and the idea of returning home leaves me cold
How can I get excited about the life I have to live, if I cannot even be with you to physically grow old???
I cannot begin to describe the immensity in which I long to see you
nor the extent of the torture it is in missing you
Should I cry once more, in hopes that you may dry my tears?
Should I let go of my selfishness, my sorrow for your death, and my living fears?
I wait for you, but really isn’t it you who waits for me?
I will always love you, and I will be vigilant in life for death to set me free.
