There are empty nights I’m in bed as one
Hours gone since the coffee went swill
And I’m bring up feelings to remind myself
I can move at will
Missing you isn’t an emptiness worth getting used to,
There is nothing, no feeling, no filler, so small little wedge
That can void the space in my life that you belong in
I’d rather feel ‘missing you’ than feel comfortable at
Your absence; an absence worthy and needed
For your happiness which is my own.
Go forth, love, Then come running back. Your place will still
be warm. I’ll keep it so, for with every breathe I’ll be thinking of you.