Awaiting Your Return
Alone I wonder how you pass the days
until again I see your sweet face.
Do my voice and figure ever cross your mind
as fleeting thoughts and wisps of memories?
How I long to reach across the distance
that keeps me from your charming smile,
yet no wish could bridge that vast expanse,
appearing farther with every passing hour.
By day I long for sounds of your sweet laughter
and for the ease with which you made me smile.
By night I dream of your tender embrace,
imagining the feeling of your gentle touch.
Patiently I wait here for your sweet return,
while the sands of time slip silently through my fingers
and the day fades into the dark of night,
the endless hours marching slowly by.