If the first snow comes and I’m not home
I promise I will be there before spring
Please wait, I’ll come home
I’ll make sure to call
So you won’t forget
That my heart is still searching for ways to make it home
The weather is getting worse
If I get a flight home
Quarantine will take fourteen days away from me and you
My work here is making me stress
It’s been six months since I’ve seen your face
The stars look lonely without you here
I’m I even going to make it home for when the Christmas trees come down?
I miss you
Promise me you’ll hold me close
When I make it home
I will spend my days with you
I won’t feel the emptiness that has made a home in my heart
I know you will wait no matter how long it takes
But I’m getting impatient
I miss you and I’m stuck here
©️2021 Anita Johnson
Be strong and of a good courage: for unto this people shalt thou divide for an inheritance the land, which I sware unto their fathers to give them.
Joshua:1:6
Don’t be a pessimist be an optimist
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