Absence makes the heart grow
Fungus, decay, loss, sorrow, woe, and worry
Emotional complex, broken
A friend once told me
“Life gets in the way”
It was too long time ago he told me that
Life has kept us apart
There are daysweeksmonths
When I feel like an observer
A spectator
An accident rubbernecker
Trying to peer into a life
That is not my own
Grasping at the wisps of cloud
Dreams and desires
They float through my hands
Laughing as they go
I long for the past
For events real and imagined
For conversations had
For dreams dissected
For sorrows and stresses shared
Because my present is empty
And my future bleak
I know you’re there
(I can hear you breathing)
Timing isn’t what it used to be
But we try and try and try
Know that I care
I want
I wish
I love
I think
I dream
I belong
I see you in my mind
Even if my mind wanders
Like the clouds I try to catch
In the end it’s the act that matters most
Missing you
