Back With Him
She was home, back with him.
Back with the one she loved, the one she missed.
He had left years ago and was waiting for her to come to him.
The last night she slept, the world faded away from her.
Then, she saw his face up above, calling her, welcoming her.
And she went to him and as she laid in his arms, she smiled.
She was back with him, right where she belonged.
Copyright © Morgan Burgess | Year Posted 2014
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