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in my empty bed; on the same pillow, where you were resting your head. Feeling sad, now that you're miles away; counting the weeks, until your next stay. You're still here with me, though we're miles apart; absent from my arms, yet touching my heart. Long days aren't complete, without your voice on the phone; I wonder what it'll be like, when you're closer to home. Tears roll down my face, as I wonder how you feel; perhaps my heart is out of place, although it seems so real. I feel I should protect it, keep a piece of it with me; cause if i hand it over, I fear that you will flee. I snuggle down, falling asleep in my bed; on the same pillow, you rested your head. 9-19-03 |