I woke in the morning,
made myself a cup of coffee,
in between, thought about your kiss.
Got a call from Maurine,
about her husband in the marine,
in between, thought about your cuddling.
My eyes deepning, voice hoaxing,
days are lonely, strength failing
in between, thought about me missing.
The road is empty and now, cars are sleeping.
Dogs are barking and darkness is falling,
in between, thought about sweet home-coming.
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