Miss You
You are gone for a week
and our home loses its rhythm
our daddy
our husband
our lover is away
phone calls are stilted
rushed and off time zones
call me even if I'm sleeping
I miss you in the bed
I'll keep the phones here.
I miss you at dinner
when I get home and now I
have to wait to hear all the stories
of your week
in corporate land
of all the people I know by name only
let me hear it
let me watch your face as you tell me
what a gift to share your life
and hear what's happened
your children get itchy
irritable with each other
well why not
their center is not there
no one to give those certain answers
that make all their anxiety fly away
come home soon
we miss you
we miss you!
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