i am missing you
you, who shares my bed
this big bed seems empty
when you are not in it.
this is not the first time
this will in all liklihood
not be the last
but that doesn't make it suck
any less.
i am spoiled as a brat
when it comes to having you
i am whiney as a child
when it comes to needing you
on some level, i am deeply
annoyed by this dependency
but my superwife senses
are missing the sight of your
sleeping figure
the smell of your skin
the sound of your breathing
the touch of your hand in mine
the taste of your kiss
hurry home soon, baby
make memories
drink rye
catch fish
but be safe.
be smart
and above all
come home to me
Saturday, July 28, 2007
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Uh-oh. Sounds like hubby has gone on a fishing trip without you. I loved the poem and hope you have lots of little creative things to keep you "out of trouble!" LOL. I was going back through some of your posts (finally) and love the pic of you and B-rad kissing at your wedding. What a great photo! You two are quite a match. Love your posts!
teeni;
thanks, that's one of my favorite pics from the wedding. Yeah, off on a grand fishing adventure he is. Every year his brothers go on this big fishing trip, and this was the first time he's ever been around for it.
You sound so sad.
He'll be home soon. Smile.
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