I Miss Him

I lay on my bed,
and stare and the wall.
Punching my leg,
And wishing he`d call.

I know he can`t,
But I wish he could.
So we could chat for hours,
Like I know we should.

We were in love,
And we still are.
But I miss him so much,
Since he has gone so far.

He went on vacation,
Only four weeks.
But it seems like forever,
Too long for me.

I know he`ll return,
But until he does,
I`m stuck writing poems,
Just because.

Ashley Anderson©