These are my memories, my dreams, of you and me*

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Every night he has been away*

I turn off the lights. I get into bed. I close my eyes. Darkness. Sleepless.

But then he calls me. And he prays with me over the phone. Listening to his voice I blink back tears. So happy, so sad. He says I love you and goodnight.

Then I close my eyes. Darkness. I fall asleep to the sound of the rain on my window. 

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