Poetry

Transfer

Transfer

when will the tears stop coming,
when will i stop waking up thinking he is going to be there beside me,
when am I going to realize that it is the fan, not his breath on the back of
my neck when i sleep at night,
Oh, when am I going to see him again,
Oh, how long is it going to take,
a week, a month, a year?
But that is the sacrafice we make.
phone calls replace hugs and kisses.
letters replace cozy nights by eachothers side.
whatever leave time they get replaces long romantic vacations.
thats when we realize that we have transferred into this life.
This life full of cahaus, lonely nights, and tears.
Oh, when will the tears stop coming,
Oh, when will he be home again?

To my fiance Kris, I love you more then you will ever know.


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