My darling husband, hours away
You dream of me, as I do you
Such comfort isn’t cold.
With borrowed strength I bear the day
Remembering each breath I drew
Within your arm’s safe fold.

I’ll never be an army bride
And don’t pretend my lot’s the same
This distance is finite.
As I live in the world’s far side
In general I’m glad I came
But missing you is right.

It’s right to miss the one you wed
Beneath a canopy of wood
And blue-dyed, hand-bleached sheet.
Our first official home and stead
In marriage, for the bad and good.
By linking lives, complete.

I’m gratified I’ll feel your touch
Not long from now, but still not soon
As I would wish it be.
Your voice and words have given much
Across my night, your afternoon
Your love is me. In me.