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The Sentry’s Watch

A poem

No day passes

That I do not fail

To reach for phone or pen,

To cry my need,

To ask or plead

Your swift return.

This longing will not end,

Though mind tells flesh

That reason must prevail,

The blood beneath

Will pay no heed.

Continuing to burn

It’s sentry’s watch

Till you are in my arms

Again!

©️Spirit Warrior