It's been three weeks,
Since you left.
And I've been so lucky,
To spend the weekends in your bed.

My mind may have been clouded,
With alcohol and morphine,
And I may have drank too quickly,
But I still shivered from the taste of your kiss.

It's now the fourth week,
And I count myself so lucky,
To know that I'm able to spend,
At least a few short hours with you.

It will be nearly three months,
Before you come home to me.
I know that no snow or ice or slush,
Could keep you driving back to my arms.