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One hundred and ten.

So the day has come, that dreaded day, when they decide to take my partner away.
He’s gone to Afghan to serve country and kin, to protect the innocent and save others from sin.
‘You should be brave, just be happy and proud’ ….  All I want is to scream out loud.
‘You knew the score, it’s his job to do’ … but no-one can choose who they give their heart to.
‘You could send him an e-mail or write him a letter?” … Yeah. Sure. That’ll make it all better!?

Nobody understands the depth of the chill that spreads through a home, once happy, now still.
It takes all your strength when your love’s not there, to even brush your teeth or comb your hair.
Your stomachs in knots, your hearts in tatters, hearing they’re safe is all that matters.
With frustrations and worries filling your head, it’s sometimes a struggle just to get out of bed.
You sit by the phone and wait for his call, longing to hear a voice that can soothe all.
You try some distractions but you always find, the same few thoughts filling your mind:
“This isn’t fair; it’s not okay; who said you could take my best friend away?!”

All over the world, left behind in their houses other partners endure the loneliness without their spouses.
We might seem alright, or may often complain, but with our sunshine gone our hearts fill with rain.
We need to stay strong, to be brave and keep going, to focus on our love and keep ourselves glowing.
With all this in mind, we are the lucky few, what right have we to feel so blue?
There are those who’s loved ones may never come home, but don’t think that won’t haunt us every second they roam.

My heart burns strong with the love that I feel, to know he’s the one and realise this is for real.
I miss him, his smile, his warmth, his humour; only one wish - that I could have him home sooner.
Knowing he’s still mine, still out there, still caring, that keeps me sane and stops me despairing.
He’s out there alone my brave gorgeous fighter and needs my support to make the dark times brighter.
And so for his sake I try so hard to be strong, and tell him I’m waiting, no matter how long.
And though I feel the distance, every impossible mile, it’s to keep him going that I put on a smile.

But at times like this I must call on my friends, to help me pull through, ‘til this ordeal ends.
I need your help to keep the quiet at bay, to remind me to live and make sure I’m okay.
I don’t ask you to imagine how I feel,
Just don’t tell me it’s not a big deal,
It’s no use saying “try keep busy, the days will fly by then!”
When my baby ain’t home for another one hundred and ten.