Missing

Missing

I take the cover by the tip

To see an empty sheet

And as I climb into this bed

You are not here to greet

I snuggle down and use what’s here

Imagine you’re here now

And picture how cute we would be

My smile lights up my brow

But then I see this isn’t real

And that I’m all alone

My sighs they ripple all around

Without you my heart groans

I’m curled up here and missing you

My gravy to my chips

My book mark to my favourite book

I miss your soft sweet lips

With you not here I’m incomplete

I wish this wasn’t so

Perhaps if I can dream it true

In real life we shall grow