Missing My Alskling Poem by Monkee Thompson

To many times have I sat on my own,
To many lives have I watch pass me by.
To many songs left unsung,
And to many lives that have come undone.
Now how is it that we live each day,
Saying nothing but living in pain
and how do we pass the hours of the day,
Living in love but not knowing how to say,
That if you were here my darling,
I'd hold you close,
And never ever would I let you go,
But far away from me you live,
But in my dreams is where You'll be,
Everyday just you and me.