Missing Poem by Mary Daly

I lie awake in my hotel room,
My friend is sleeping across the hall,
Tomorrow we will see the sights,
And at night we'll have a ball.

The holiday is away from home,
in foreign climes is where we'll roam,
But he is missing.

It's just not the same,
We went everywhere, I'd call out his name,
He'd be there when I woke up,
Together, we'd have our own coffee cup.

But now there is a massive gap,
Where he used to be, where he used to nap,
My friend is good and she is kind,
But she's not him, that I've left behind.

So now I plaster on my smile,
And pretend, just for a while,
That I am happy to be there,
Instead of giving in to my despair,
Because he is Missing.