It is on nights like these I miss her most
Not unlike my missing her every day
Where I toss and turn during each night's fray
But, it's on nights like these, I need her close
It is on nights like these I miss her most
Where the world comes crumbling down on me
And words she used to say are all I need
And, a loving lady, my heart could boast
It is on nights like these I miss her most
Her warm, gentle presence embracing mine
And all healing came when her hand I'd find
When she was by my side, through pain I'd coast
It is on nights like these I miss her most
I suppose not unlike all other days
Where my heart yearns for her nurturing ways
It just seems nights like these, I need her close
Oh, how I wish that tonight she were close
Instead of one of my memory's ghosts
((June 17th,2008))
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