Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Mrs. Me

I misses you,
My Mrs. Me.
When we're apart
I long to be

With you.

I muster strength.
It's killing me
To be away,
So far, to be

From you.

I cannot wait
To come on home.
At that time,
I'll not be alone

For you.

And at that time,
All things are good,
Just like they
Always should.

Hey you.

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