he voices continue all sounds are jumbled.
She’s exhausted and can only mumble.
The words come easy but he can’t hear.
What’s she’s saying is she wish she were there.
To kiss his lips, to hold him close;
To wipe the tears is what she wants the most;
To repair his heart and cradle his soul;
To prove her love and lift his load;
To stop his tears, to breathe him in;
To conquer fears; to live again.
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