Bad Nights
Sometimes we are apart my love and I,
these are the longest of days.
I watch the clock with my life on hold,
and remember all she says.
We talk on the telephone life-line,
reassurance of forever pact.
trying to hide all the fears and pain,
understanding but hating the fact.
We lay awake each night
and wish our days away.
Waiting for mornings eventual rise,
to blow the darkness away.
Bad nights of poor TV,
watching seconds that seem like hours.
Till we can be together again,
in a time that is truly ours.November 2002