Being separated is tough.
Exile
"Oh, stop it." I told my self in disgust.
I folded my hands around me,
and held my coat to me, even thought I did not feel the cold.
I do miss him,but there was nothing I could do about it.
I looked over the small channel and looked at the island's lights.
Wishing that they were the New York sky line.
Jhoy E. Meade
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