I'm nine hours away
I'm nine hours away and I can't see him
I can't see him breathing slowly
I can't see him with weak eyes and a weaker voice
I can't see him arguing about going home
I can't see him longing to be better to be healthy
I can't see him
But I can feel his tight hug
I can feel his untamable joy
I can feel his love for his lost wife
I can feel his worry about her
I can feel how scared he is for her
I can feel all of that, but
I can't hold his hand