Does he know how much I worry?
Of his hurting and his pain?
Does he realize that it kills me?
Every week he is still away?
Of course not,
I don’t share that stuff.
No, I still seem very alive
Each week I’m still bouncy.
What would happen if he returned?
And I asked the simple question?
Would he sense any of my concern?
And would he put the fear to rest?
I guess I’ll never know
Because I couldn’t do I anyway.
No; worry would fade to nothing,
And I’d be happy for the day
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 7:39 PM UTC
Does he know how much I worry?
Of his hurting and his pain?
Does he realize that it kills me?
Every week he is still away?
Of course not,
I don’t share that stuff.
No, I still seem very alive
Each week I’m still bouncy.
What would happen if he returned?
And I asked the simple question?
Would he sense any of my concern?
And would he put the fear to rest?
I guess I’ll never know
Because I couldn’t do I anyway.
No; worry would fade to nothing,
And I’d be happy for the day
I know I haven’t done much with this series for a bit, but if you are good at reading into things, then you may realize why after reading this poem.