Why must you go?

“When will I see you again?”

Why do I ask myself this almost every day?

Why must you work so far?

Why must you work at all?

Who will I talk to when I can’t sleep?

Who will warm me on this cold bed?

Who will wake next to me in the morning?

Well you and only you are the one that I’m yearning.

While my heart begins to wallow in sorrow, I wonder...

“Will I get to see you tomorrow?”