I reach and pull
with outstretched fingers I grasp
almost
I try and try
but not quite
I am lonely
Come home, hold me like you always do
Cradle me in bed
Stoke my head once again

I'm still reaching and pulling
Trying to get a hold on this feeling
Of not being whole or spinning
Falling out of control
I'll sit on our bed and wait
I draw and read
I try to stay occupied

But I draw you
I read of you
You are everywhere
Swirling in my brain
Every memory every thought
Every feeling and touch

So I'll just wait for you to come home
Come home and fill the hole that is here
The quiet and empty of our room