When will you be home again?
It feels like you’ve been gone so long.
It’s only been a few days,
But my yearning has been so strong.
Waiting at arrivals is torture,
Close and yet still far.
I’m staring at those double doors,
Wondering where you are.
I see your eyes, I see your smile,
Joy written on your face.
We both run forward, arms outstretched,
And meet in a warm embrace.
Now we travel back home again,
Which it wasn’t when you weren’t there.
We lie in bed, you fall asleep,
As I gently stroke your hair.
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