It's funny how
When you're away
I miss you.
And that hurts.

I want to
Tell you more
About how I feel
Yet the words don't come forth.

I still hope that someday
We can meet, but sometimes
I feel as if that's just
Some sort of fantasy.

Yet somehow, I know in my heart
We'll be together, but is it just
Something I want or desire?
Or could it be something more?

You're a strong person, you know?
Just hearing everything you've been through
It makes me shake with anger
But at the same time, I'm hopeful for where you'll end up.

I love you, darling.
And sometimes I feel as if I can't convey that enough
In a simple message.
Am I doing something wrong?

I just can't wait until the day
We talk about stupid jokes and laugh
And then share kisses
Beginning to explore deeper places.

It's funny how whenever I write
One of these I wonder to myself:
"Will it reach her?"
It's funny because I already know the answer.