The long night

A wistful smile here,
A tight hug there..
His signs of leaving were everywhere.
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Each day feels like an eon since he left,
Even if it’s only two-score moons nonetheless.
The days seem endless,
The nights are long,
She awaits the return of her lover long gone.
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Tonight is another such night beneath the crescent moon,
her gaze lingers far into the gloom.
“Come back…” she whispers into the caressing wind,
Even as it It carries back the soldier’s undaunted response…
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“I will” says he, soothed in the tiny nightingale,
And so ended another night of wait,
Even as the fading stars heralded the coming of another day…

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