why
is       it
so hard to
tell          you
g o o d n i g h t
when i know
i'll see you
again
come
morning?
i read once that
the soul doesn't know
time   or   reason,   it   only
understands when it's
not whole.  i guess
that means
you're
m   y
missing
piece  ,  the
one    i've    thought
was too lost to be found
(my      hands      don't
s h a k e     w h e n
y  o  u   '  r  e
around)