His smile is what greets her in the
wee hours of the morning.
His voice sends chills up and
down her spine.
His touch brings everything
alive as if its their first time.
His laughter is like a warm
hug to chase the sadness away.
He is the other half.
His good night wishes and kisses she holds
on to and tucks them under her pillow.
When there done, she reaches out
to touch him one more time.
She whispers a prayer, please
keep the one who holds the
other part of my heart safe.
She wipes a tear away and closes
the lid of her laptop.
He is always here, thou he
is far away for he is her soldier.


Kimber Michaela  2012/2016

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