Upon waking up, my hand is empty
Severely lacking fingers in mine.
Brushing my teeth I remember I dreamt he
Had traced my warm cheeks blushed wine.
Dreams always crawl back in an convoluted knot
To tell me I slept just fine
Despite that absence of his slept-in warmth
The yearn exists as benign.
While inching through classes I need for a scroll
He's technically by my side
A message away, to solace, console
I feel like an old war bride.
He leaves me at four to be gone all night
To sweat in a kitchen again.
He hurts and he aches and his muscles are tight
My absence feels like a sin.
And in spite of the distance, the scheduled whip
I'd be twice as miserable left without him.
For in truth, he and I are bound at the hip
A testament, a statement, a battle hymn.
We'd never walk away from the years of work
That's taken us where we belong:
By each other's side, for better or worse
For with him, I am always strong.