Yearning

The sky is gray and mopy, like my drooping soul. 

My heart is yearning for you, that we might be together again. 

The days go by, and I try to enjoy each thing. 

The laughter, games, cooking, shopping, oil changes, eating, walking, cleaning, living.

I try to take each moment we're apart and savor whatever it is I should savor. 

But down under it all, I'm yearning for home and for you. 

So, please, don't take too long.