Only Hers

The nights were long, the house too still,
Her boots in sand, my heart to fill.
She served where danger carved the skies,
While I stayed home with aching ties.

My hockey team said, “Come, forget awhile,”
A bar, a laugh, a drink, a smile.
I went, half-empty, half-just-there,
Wearing the weight of distant care.

The music hummed, the lights hung low,
And time moved slow like melting snow.
She came—bold eyes, a stranger’s grin,
A whispered line, a hand, a sin.

For one brief beat, the world stood wide,
And something stirred I could not hide.
The kind of hunger born of space—
Of missing voice and touch and face.

But then—I conjure our video play,
Our secret gift from far away.
Your laugh, your skin, your sultry tease,
A whispered moan, a promise, please.

It burned the loneliness from bone,
Reminded me I’m not alone.
And in that moment, I stood fast,
With love too strong, too deep, to pass.

I saw your face in every light,
And knew I’d wait through every night.
No pleasure’s worth what we have grown,
No stranger’s touch could match our own.

So I walked out, into the cold,
Still longing, still alone, but bold.
Because love’s not tested when it’s near—
But when it’s far, and still sincere.

This heart is yours, come storm or flame—
No need, no flesh, could shake that claim.
And when you’re back in my embrace,
I’ll show you just how much I stayed.

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