The days alone are long,
The nights even longer.
The miles apart are cold,
The silence, even colder.
And yet, grace there is,
She journey back to me.
Eyes probe the clouds,
They part and I will see.
The only one I love above,
All loves that fill my breast,
Renita returns, now my home,
The together where we rest.
Joyous,
Whole,
Reunited.
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