13 March 2008, 4:29 PM
More than anything I rest
in knowing that you’ll be home soon,
we’ll make dinner together,
and there will be time to sit and breathe
around a table made of both our dreams.
I love doing this with you, in feast or famine,
so even if the opportunities we seek
don’t come through, I’ll still look forward to Home
at the end of a day on my feet
working to make up for what we lack of necessity—
this will always be Paradise.
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