DISTANCE

© RYAN GUILEY

A January wintery snowfall,

As it’s now empty at the malls,

We loved to shop at the stores,

And drink hot chocolate even more.

Every day I want to see your face,

Not even a hello to touch base,

I am hanging in till eternity,

Can’t you just stay in the city?

So, I could follow your tracks,

But that is not the true facts,

A three hour distance is not right,

As another day goes by tonight.

These last seven days go by slow,

Becoming sadden, if anyone knows,

As I have to do more in this year,

But everyone goes on, and don’t care.

Our children excitement and laughter,

Not buying anything for him or her,

They are deeply missed and I insist,

I will be strong without their hug or kiss.

That you should have more opportunity,

As I know they are in another city,

By your side so you can watch them,

So you can get by, as they are our little gems.

Is it fair? Certainly not, but I have sacrifice,

Anything to keep you happy, is my price,

You made the right decisions all along,

As we are perfect and did nothing wrong.

Always keep your head up high,

Through good and bad, so will I,

As my hand will be in yours soon,

As I will beat the national security platoon.