Miss you when the sun shows up Miss you when it's time to sup Miss you when I take a walk Miss you when I want to talk Miss you all around the clock Miss you when it's time to rock!
Miss your body in my bed Miss you ******* with my head
Why is it, I keep asking . . . Why? It's so dam hard to say good bye . . . Even just for 10 short days Of missing movies, meals and plays . . .
Then The answer rings out clear It's Christmas time; a time for cheer! A time to sing; to share a beer, A time to draw your loved one near.
And therein lies my problem dear The answer ringing loud and clear
You're far away; at least a day I wish you'd come; I wish you'd stay But wishing isn't my forte
Cuz dreams are dreams That cut the air With tears and fears That see their share
Of wanting things That are not there
This began as a funny poem that quickly turned into a pity party of one