One Of Those Nights

The house is quiet; people, dogs and wolves are asleep.
Except me.
It is one of those nights I miss my beloved. I spoke to him earlier in the evening. But it doesn't take away the ach in my heart.
Tonight I heard the lonliness in Mark's voice. I hear it all the time. Tonight it went through me like the Montana cold..
Mark said how he longs to be held in my arms again. How I long to be in his.
They say the time shall fly by. But right now, it seens to be dragging its foot, teasing us with this what seens to be an endless wait.
But one day, the waiting will be over.
And I shall hold my hero, my beloved in my arms again.