Poetry

His Tears

His Tears

I hold your hand as I wipe your tears away...
Not again, Please tell me I don't have to do it now...
But I do, we know I do, I can not stay...
Oh my heart is breaking, as I walk away now...
I turn to look at you...
Your eyes are so beautiful.. For six months, this will be my last image of
you...
Pain, tears, worries, these are what my heart is full....
You wave your heartfelt goodbye with tears streaming down your face, on the
ground they land...
I stand on the deck, tears in my eyes, and start counting the days.. Days
until I can hold you again, stand again on our sand...
Now the ship is drifting, and I'm praying in all kinds of ways....
Praying for the time to pass, the days to go faster somehow.. The nights to
turn into endless nights...
The days to be weeks somehow...
And to again see our port lights....


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