Awakening

As the breeze whispers through my hair,

I think I hear

your voice calling out my name.

I look into the wind, to see if it is 

really who I think it is. 

Or is the wind just playing with me?

Is that possible?

Could my eyes just be playing a trick. 

 Is it really you?

All this time, I was afraid that you wouldn't come back.

Afraid that it was 

over.

But to see your face made every

hope of you

returning to me come true.

A tearful smile made my face, and you

looked thoughtful into my

eyes.

Your warm hands again touched my face,

tears filled my eyes.

'Hush' you said 'I'm back, and

that will never happen

again'

Hearing your rough voice again lit up my face.

I felt whole again.

As if everything that had happened, 

was just a 

bad dream, and we were finally waking up.

~Morgan Elizabeth
Composed on 2-23-12