P.S. This poem was written about my husband. We met, he went back to Australia, he came back, we got married...it's complicated, hehe.
When you're away my life feels wrong.
My only company wine and song.
I count down the days until you return.
The art of patience, something to learn.
When we're together the time flies.
Love and laughter, mischief in our eyes.
Nobody understands me, like you do.
Sometimes I believe we are one, not two.
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FROM ORIGINAL POST 19/9/2008
Flash Fiction - Every Friday, I compose a short story of 55 words - no more, no less. If you would like to join in the fun and games... post your story and report to the boss -
If you're not interested in contributing a story, feel free to read the other entries. I'm sure any comments you have would be appreciated.
Happy reading and writing!
Love
KB
xxx

