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I sit up at night alone, missing you so much,

your laugh, your smile, your smell, and your touch.

I can't call you on the phone to hear your comforting voice;

you always say you’re not away from me by choice.

I know this is true but it still nags at my heart,

that we are forced to live apart.

I only get held and kissed in a room full of people I don't know,

when I first come in and right before I go.

And when we embrace I don't want to let go of you,

Sometimes I'm really afraid that if I do,

I'll never get the chance ever again,

this is the fear of being separated by these prison walls,

my husband, my friend.