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Huh? What? It can't be true.

Am I really Home?

Is this really you?



Awake my dear

You have to hurry home.

I am waiting here,

All alone.



Is it really you I see,

Or is my mind playing tricks on me?

Somehow you seem so real,

Your softness, I can touch and feel.



I know I haven't seen you of late,

But, I swear,

You look as though

You have put on weight.



God? I hope I didn't say that out loud.

You can let that message, God,

Get lost in the clouds.



Sleep my darling,

It will be soon,

Me, you, and the girls,

will dance once more,

To our favorite tune.



Sins will be forgiven,

to never reoccur,

And we will dance to,

'The Way We Were'.



If I am asleep,

When you come in,

Wake me my dear wife,

Lover and friend.



I can't wait to hold you for real,

Hug you. Kiss you,

your sensous body to feel.



To hug my girls,

Just once more,

Has kept me going

Is what I am living for.



Once again we will be

A complete family,

With you, our babies, and me.



I will wrap my arm over this pillow

And pretend it is you,

Close my eyes to rest once more,

Strange where the mind will go,

I swear I hear that pillow snooorrreeee.