You’ve been gone four days now
Or has it been four years?
The hours have derailed somehow,
The minutes are blotches and smears.
When will you be coming back?
When will I see your face?
When will we share a laugh-attack
Then catch our breath as we embrace?
Will it help if I say it repeatedly?
Then I’ll say it without fear.
Will it help to say it continually?
I miss you terribly, dear.
In my mind I can see you here,
Telling all about your day.
I see your smile from ear to ear
As you find the best words to say.
I see you seated next to me
As we speed pass the spruce and pine.
I see you strolling leisurely
With your hand resting in mine.
Will it help if I say it once more?
Then I’ll say it loud and clear.
Will it help to scream it from my core?
I miss you horribly, dear!
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