lord
i
need
thee
every hour
to
awaken me
in
faithfulness
and
continue
to walk
through
the
valley of death
in
your sweet words
with
confidence

I’m craving you
your love everything
about you

I’m in awe of
your sweetness

I want to be the only one for you
say you’ll be the only one for me

I’m wanting to feel you
all through my deepest
darkest nights

I want you to be the only one for you
say you want to be the only one for me

To love me
To hold me
To make love to me
through the night

say that you want you to be
the only one for me

I woke up today
and I felt
extremely
out of place.

I looked around
and everything was the same,
leading me to believe
that I was out of my mind.

but I knew I wasn't.

I walked around my home slowly,
fingers gliding across the newly painted walls
and clasping onto frozen metal of door handles,
then drumming against the
darkened mahogany of the kitchen table
trying to figure out
what was missing.

What was missing?

I was there,
so that wasn't missing.

My wallet was there,
so that wasn't missing.

My coat was there,
so that wasn't missing.

My car was outside,
so that wasn't missing.

My keys were by the door,
so that wasn't missing.

I looked again.

Your keys weren't there,
so that was missing.

Your car wasn't there,
so that was missing.

Your coat wasn't there,
so that was missing.

Your wallet wasn't there,
so that was missing.

Ah, yes.
That's right.

You.

It was you.

You were missing.

It's funny, because every morning
I wake up feeling
extremely
out of place.

And every morning, I look around
and see that everything is the same,
leading me to believe
that I'm out of my mind.

And every morning, I tell myself
that I'm not.

But I know I am.

Because every morning, I walk around my home,
looking for you.

Even though I know
that you're what's missing.

Maybe I should just
leave some notes around the house
reminding myself
that you're what's missing.

Better yet, maybe I should just
leave some notes around the house
reminding myself
that you're never coming back.

Missing the days i held you close to me.
Missing they way you would lay on my chest and listen to our heartbeats beating together as one.
Missing the the kisses I give you every morning, day and night.
Missing telling you i love you.
Missing telling you good morning when you wake up in the morning.
Missing telling you good night when you go to bed.
Missing the birthdays, holidays, events, and special things that happen in your life.
Missing not being able to see my little girl grow up to be a beautiful woman.
Missing just to be there when you need someone to talk to.
Missing telling you everything will be all right when things mad you cry.
Missing being the for you when you need a shoulder to cry on.
Missing not having that bond a mother and daughter should have.
Missing you is the emptiness of of my soul.
Missing not having your child is the worst feeling for anyone to have but knowing that one day i will have you in my life once again keeps me going on.

Today is about missing you,
About missing your spicy fresh perfume, that I'd begun to love,
About missing your plump fat nose, that I never managed to pinch,
About missing your intense and sometimes senseless banter, that I'd never get enough of,
About missing your attempts to reduce the amount of coffee I drink, that I unwillingly adhered to,
About missing the quarter piece of a jam toast, that you always saved for me,
About missing the way you calmed me down, when we faced storms together,
About missing how you took note of everything, a new hair clip, that I knew you'd like on me,
About missing your watch, which you never took off, because of what it meant to you,
About missing your stories, and the zest with which you narrated them,
About missing your photography, how you captured my best and worst moments, when I wasn't looking,
About missing our shared love for yogurt drinks, and how we analysed each one we drank,
About missing how you screamt 'Mogu Mogu' when you found your favourite drink, in my favourite café,
About missing your big hands, that were strong and gentle at the same time,
About missing those few drives with you, talking about everything and nothing,
About missing how you surprised me on my birthday, with chocolates and a scarf, that feels warmer than any other,
About missing your silly quirks, like carrying your backpack around everywhere, which only I understood,
Today is about missing you