Holding Him Again

She lays awake at 4:00 in the morning, unable to sleep, unable to do anything except think of him. Is he ok? Is he eating? Is he sleeping comfortably? She holds the pillow tight, letting the tears flow. Thousands of miles away and we are where we are. She dreams of the day she can hold him, kiss him, love him again. Yes, she dreams... Every night. They say dreams can come true. Can they?