• Here I am across the states
    while you sit and wait
    till night doth fall
    for a simple phone call
    A letter with the words
    I love you, or just to
    see what I'm up to
    On the other side
    I lay in pain my heart is
    gone with the Bear
    across the states
    I write this Poem
    for freedom and hope
    you may read it in a letter
    Time to self is hard to find.
    The work is hard and keeps me
    well behind. The clients are friendly
    and respectful too unlike She who is
    negative toward me. She can not speak with
    out saying something that makes me want
    to crawl into a bag of depression and cry
    til the fifth when I shall feel your arms
    once more. Again and again the nightmares
    they appear of you being torn from my tender
    years. I keep my head up high eyes toward
    my future. The twentieth of June, white shall hug
    my body and flow teen feet behind. The day I will
    become part of the whole forever till the day I day
    Help or not from the apron strings, You will be my
    Mate till the end of time. For now I must deal
    with strengthening our love for after all distance
    makes the heart grow fonder. I miss you my dear
    Its not the same with out ya. It seems to me as
    if my soul no longer sings. The fire in my soul smolders
    without her lighter. The horrors of loneliness haunt me again
    as if I were back in hi school with those horrible friends.
    I sit here and stair at the ring I can not wear. For my work
    threatens its existence, so I keep it in a box. My body feels naked
    with out my emerald band. For now I must go my sweetest warrior
    as I am sure you must be tired as I am from the days mordor.