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soslovinsungirl

Published: May 16, 2008

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Driving on home
and a familiar song begins to play,
suddenly my heart constricts,
as I remember that it was a song that played on our last day.

Only a week has passed since I last saw you
and even so, it feels like a year,
this is the one time I wish time would fly by,
just so I can have you once again near.

Dear God, I miss you so much,
phone calls simply won't do,
I need to see your face
but mostly, I need to be held by you.

I love you so much,
it hasn't even begun to fade,
as I hold tight to the promise of tomorrow
and the wonderful memories we've already made.

I spot my house
as the song comes to an end,
I pull into home
and then let the tears flow freely again.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder,
and that very well is the case,
for to repair the breaks distance causes,
allows it to withstand the future trials it'll face.

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this really was inspired while i was driving home

ironically enough i was just thinking today that i haven't written in a little while and i thought that I had nothing to write about, then this came later on in the day, go figure

this is dedicated to all those couples who are seperated for whatever reason, i know i'm seperated from the one i love by summer and the uncertainty of tomorrow......