You may miss that person to talk to.
You may miss that person to talk to,
When you are sitting at home,
Because they were always there,
And now you feel all alone.
Some days may be worse than others,
As you think of those you miss,
With the regular cwtches from them,
And the daily gentle loving kiss.
The loss of any loved one,
The sheer feeling of being apart,
So much pain and suffering still,
Deep to the core of your heart.
We cannot really prepare ourselves,
As loss hurts in so many different ways,
But we can join in together,
By sending our love and prayers.
Written by David Boyce
Copyright DavidBoyce©2015
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