It feels like Valentine.
I came home, and you bought me chocolates.
I know we'll both be alright when it ends. Our days
are worthwhile as is.
When you come home, I want to make sure you know you're loved
even if I phone you only once a week.
Phone works two ways and I'll make sure I am reminded of that.
I think of you so fondly, there's always a lump on my throat when I do.
Tallying my days, keeping count to the day I'll feel your warm hugs again.
I miss you.
I hope you'll always know that even if I don't show.
