My Dear

It's winter now, I miss the beach. The surf, the sand, beyond my reach. 

I sit and stare, through windows bare and wait for sunny days. 

I miss the warmth upon my skin, the ocean depths I love to swim, 

I miss the boys I share my world within. 

But most of all I miss his smile, I miss him more than once in a while. 

I only have my memories to share. 

But I know he is coming home, and in my arms he'll never roam. 

I miss the sand, I miss his smile, 

my dear.

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