A Poem for Tuesday

I don't know which of us is Brando.

Almost Gone

Three days from now you will leave me

You will travel a long way from home

I will wait for you, darling, believe me

Doesn't matter how far you must roam.

I admit I will be awfully lonely

I admit I'll be sad when you're gone

I will never admit that I'm only

Fully living when we share the dawn.

When that airplane takes off, I will be here

Thinking of you and wanting you near

When you come back I hope it will be clear

That our love's deeper than a veneer.

There are things you must do in your travels

There are weights I can't help you to bear

When your former life finally unravels

I can promise I'll always be there.

I'll be sober, unhappy, and thinking

Of your touch every moment you're gone

I'll be writing, but I won't be drinking

'Twill be hard enough to carry on.

Though you haven't left yet, I am missing

Knowing that you are close every day

I will sleep tonight, thinking of kissing

Your sweet lips all the time you're away.

I promise that I'll wait forever

If forever's how long I must wait

Because someday is better than never

And at last is much better than late.

For Drummer Boy. Because I love you.