Here

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 it’s their first time.
His laughter is like a warm
hug to chase the sadness away.
He is the other half.
His goodnight wishes and kisses she holds
on to and tucks them under her pillow.
When their 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 lip of her laptop.
He is always here, thou he is
far away for he is her soldier.

(c) 2014 Kimber Michaela