Ninety-six hours I’m away from your smile.

A delicate touch displayed on an unspoiled face,

I count down the hours, fingers marking time

and try to keep myself amused

through this horrendous trial.

 

Each week we go through the same ritual dance,

a tear hidden behind a fond farewell.

A promise that whatever happens to us

we will call at the same hour, each  separate day.

Wherever I am staying and wherever my thoughts dwell.

 

By Tuesday night I’m climbing the walls.