It gets harder to be away from her,

Every single day.

I feel like a wounded soldier,

In every single way.

Away in a new place,

With the past,

Filling me with disgrace,

While trying to stay low,

So the enemy,

Doesn’t know.

Though the enemy found me,

They’re all around,

But the worst part is that,

They don’t make a sound.

Yet I can feel the wounds,

Most seem under my skin,

And it can be compared to being stabbed,

With needles and pins.

This is what it feels like to be away.

And like all soldiers,

I’m always thinking,

“Am I going home today?”

But what’s most on my mind,

Is if she feels the same way.