The days are so long without me being there,
I hold up my chin, act strong, but I’m scared;
That while I’m away fighting this war
That something might happen, so I scream and deplore.
How will you react while I slam open that door?
What do I say that hasn’t been said before?
I won’t fall prone but I will bend a knee;
Bow my head, kiss your hand, ask you to marry me.
Imagine these words being said to you now
If you must know that they’re real, say them aloud
I couldn’t wait to express how I feel
Every day that I’m here I spin the wheel
© 2011 Michael Yost