The wind is singing in my ear, but it is the coldest song I've ever heard. The clock speaks slowly and time cannot move fast enough. I miss him. He left draped in camouflage to lands that I've never seen, nor do I feel the urge to. Afghani winds pull him further away from me and now all I am left to do is wait and wait. My time has been spent listening for the awful ringtone of my phone and checking the empty facebook page I have become addicted to. I fear that it is too late to tell him that I love him, and that I'm scared. I think he knows.
Two months ago, we planned that he would sing our song to me when he was leaving. He can't sing, but I cannot help but love hearing him sing. I loved that song, but now it waters my eyes and bruises the heart I was to wearly to let you hold. I want to sing with you, but I am afraid the ship is sailing and time is running low. So for now, "Sometimes I feel like I don't have a partner, sometimes I feel like my only friend is the city I live in, the city of angels. Lonely as I am, together we cry."