* Fading Poem by Terence George Craddock

I am here my darling love, I am never far from thee
but sad I am this very night, to be so far from thee.
An ache I have deep in my heart, as I miss thee now
that ache gets worse and worse, with every single hour.
The minutes drag the hours drag, oh how the days do drag
if I could I would park my bag, fly away this very hour.

I think my love is angry, that I have been away so long
I think my love is angry, I give nothing, but this lament swan song.
The days they come the days they go, and still I miss my love
she is not here, she will not appear, my heart withers endlessly in despair.

Copyright © Terence George Craddock