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.

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