Topic: missing you
This was meant to be a song but when I read it through it felt more like a poem. I didn't realize as I was jotting random thoughts down that I was summing up the 40 or so years Ann and I have been together, going to work etc.
Missing You. Phill Williams.
I miss the kind of things.
Like kissing you goodnight.
Like drinking tea and talking.
Like sleeping over night.
I miss the conversation.
Sometimes we'd disagree.
Talking till the sunrise.
I miss you next to me.
I miss the kind of things.
We've done for all these years.
I miss you in the daytime.
When we cant be near.
I miss you when the moon.
Is a crescent in the sky.
I miss you when my papers.
Are burning in the fire.
I miss you as a flame.
Makes the darkness light.
I miss you in the morning.
I miss you in the night.
I miss you as you're leaving.
And I'll be leaving too.
I love it when we're home again.
Then I stop missing you.