It's time to go,
You grab your things,
My least favorite moment,
For all the saddness it brings.
Your warmth lingeres,
at my side where you'd been,
and all our sweet memories,
rerun in my head.
'Will you come tomorrow? '
I ask on the phone,
'I hate it when you're gone,
I feel so alone.'
Sure enough the next day,
Your car parked in my drive,
Makes me smile with laughter,
You make me feel so- alive.
So again, to the safety of your arms,
My favorite place to be,
Where I feel cherished and cared for,
Where I know you love me.
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