Absence

[dogriver]

Absence
by Bruce Toews

I reach out for your hand, it isn't there.
I listen for your voice, I'm in despair.
For once I've been with you,
Nothing else could ever do,
This burning pain of absence I can't bear.

I want to wrap my arms around you tight,
I want you with me morning, noon and night,
There's nothing so sincere
As the joy when you are here,
But when you're not, how can things be all right?

I lie in bed and cry myself to sleep,
Since you're not here, I cannot help but weep,
You are so much to me,
I know we were meant to be,
our love next to my heart I always keep.

The border separates us, cold, uncaring,
No pain I've felt before is worth comparing,
But the boundaries, they will end,
And our love, it will transcend,
Sweetheart, we will move forward, bold and daring.

But for now, my hand is empty, you're not here.
Again, for I so miss you, my eyes tear,
I've got to carry on,
For this pain, it shall be gone,
And our future will be bright and full of cheer.