While you're away
time very slowly slips away
as though committed to torture my heart
seemingly set adrift on a sad work of art
Days are incomplete
no hand to hold on the passenger's seat
forcing me to drive in solitary
on these cold nights of January
Missing the feeling
of sheer excitement deep within
towards the habit of fetching you,
always eager to see your hairdo
How very strange
it is to acknowledge the change
so used to your touch,
this loneliness is a bit too much
Such tiring space
time seems to drag itself at a snail's pace
a lowkey happy memory, my heart remembers
when we walked nonstop, looking for your suspenders
How I hate
this emptiness, and I can't wait
to once again look into your dreamy eyes
my joy upon your presence, you'll realize
To be honest
I always yearn for your caress
for you to come home fast, is what I pray
all day, while you're away.
