07 March 2011

Better Together

I scan the crowd coming up
And my heart leaps at the site of every blonde
But falls when I realize they're not you.
And I begin to worry:
Did she get lost?
Where did she go?
Then I see your face
And mine breaks into a smile
And for the first time in over five months
We embrace.
Your bags lay where you dropped them
And there's so much I want to say
But the words won't come.
Finally, "Hey Beautiful,"
As you begin to choke up.
We drive to your house, smiling the whole way
You reach out for my hand
And I like that.
We come in, you hug your siblings and your parents
It's all so strange
And beautiful.
I have to go; you come outside
And I thank God for bringing you back.
But then I choke up, and can barely whisper

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