We’re in a season of miles
that stretch across our hearts.
Pulling us together
across the wide, wide sky.
And we’re in a season of hours
that don’t want to end.
Some would take a break,
we’ve got to take the work.
You’ve been gone so long.
I know you’re tired of the flights
and the calls.
The job keeps you up way too late.
Day turns to night and it starts all again.
The haul never gets any shorter.
Work you love, void without me.
And I’ve been home so long.
I’m tired of their fights
and these walls
This job gets me up way too soon.
Night turns to day and they need me again.
The trenches and frontline of motherhood.
A 24/7 shift, for weeks without you.
I can’t talk right now. And you’ll be asleep by my tomorrow.
How do two stay one when the sun on my face
has already passed over you?
I know this is how it goes.
And I know it’s what we chose.
I know there will be a day
we sit at the beach and watch the waves
play at their toes.
But today is not that day, and you are far from home.
And I am here, alone.
But these miles we walk aren’t in vain.
The time you spend away
will come back to us one day.
And I am here with them.
Investing my every breath so they will grow up
and do the same.
But these miles are vast and these hours are long.
And tonight the lump in my throat won’t leave me alone.
So call me when you get to where you’re going.
Maybe we can talk a little while.
Or at least until the baby cries.
Or we both cave to the lull of needed sleep.