Missing

I miss you on those days you’re not here.
Even more when you call.
To hear your voice, to reach out
And not be able to touch your face, your lips
It’s almost unbearable.
Almost.
I make it on those days.
Pull myself out of the funk
Your absence puts me in
And plan on how I’m going
To kiss you when you come back.
How I’m going to wrap my
Arms around you and say I’ll never share you,
Never let you out of my sight again.
But I will.
And on those days, like this one,
I’ll force a smile
Because I know you’ll be back,
And I know you’re here, in my heart,
Where you’ll stay.