Saturday, February 26, 2011

When You're Gone

I'm down the street a few short blocks.
And I miss you.

I'm walking out the front door after spending the day at your place.
And I miss you.

I'm at the airport waiting for your flight to land.
And I miss you.


When I'm here, and you're there, and it's not the same place...
No matter where I am, it's a lonely, lonely place.

My heart aches to hear it's echo from yours.
I shake from the cold that envelopes me when we must part.

I can't stand to be away, from you...
People say that time apart makes us closer...
For me... It just hurts.

Every moment of every day, hurts... because you aren't near.
To hear silence where the sound of you should be, is deafening.
To feel the wind on my skin where the touch of you should be, is like ice.



When You're Gone... I want nothing more than to be with you again.

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