Por Miguel
My thoughts wander almost constantly
To work, to play, to church, to Spain
You'll be home soon, and how will it be then?
Will I just prop my legs on yours
Touching your arm every time I make a point
While you gaze at me with those deep, ever-loving eyes
Can't you just feel the tension?
Sometimes I think I miss you so much
Some days I don't think of you at all
But as the day you come home grows closer
I miss you deep in my heart
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