The Skies don’t seem too bright
Will you come home? Will you come home?
Only you can chase away my fears
The glass you returned to me
I intensely hope for a trace of warmth
I see your face when my head touches the pillow
In my dreams I smell the perfume you left behind
I think of your blue shirt and the first time we met
And the fun we had laughing at each other over dinner
I read your poems over and over again
Dreaming that I’m your only one
Dreaming that you would once again take my hand
Without you everything is unfamiliar
I get lost in the crowd without you
I’m like a floating log constantly looking out for danger