the days fly by
busy with all those useful things
I do to make a living
of some sort
and all throughout
your presence in my thoughts
wondering how you are
whether your days go well
even though we do not talk
about it on the phone
as often at the time
always the feeling
of a saddening lack,
missing your voice,
your touch, your laughter
even your grumblings
emails and sms’s help just
to know that you are there
yet nothing lifts my heart
and blows away
that melancholy gauze
until we meet again
and I can hold you tight
and dance with you
all through the night
into a brighter morning
* * *
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 4:35 PM UTC
the days fly by
busy with all those useful things
I do to make a living
of some sort
and all throughout
your presence in my thoughts
wondering how you are
whether your days go well
even though we do not talk
about it on the phone
as often at the time
always the feeling
of a saddening lack,
missing your voice,
your touch, your laughter
even your grumblings
emails and sms’s help just
to know that you are there
yet nothing lifts my heart
and blows away
that melancholy gauze
until we meet again
and I can hold you tight
and dance with you
all through the night
into a brighter morning
* * *
