tears stream
showering our sad faces
in every goodbye we see
each time breaks us
a little more than the last
and you swear it's harder
for you to watch me go,
many nights I bare
much more than clothes
I hate to watch you leave too
no shirt to hide my shame
no pants to hide the fear
no mask to hide this face
when I unveil all my pain,
exposed
to every ounce of your light
with arms outstretched to the sky
I begin to cry for you,
I cry in joy
I cry in beautiful visions
of my wife and I raising a boy
I cry while engaged in you
I cry in feeling a love
that comes natural,
in the days we spend
I cry in uncertainness
of when we'll see more nights like this;
How I wish to be awake.
YOU ARE READING
With Love.
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