The Walk

Darling:

When I walk alone,

through the bustle of the day, 

I turn and look for you.

Crowded halls seem empty.

Distances so short

take a life time to travel.

Thoughts in my head.

No voice, your not here.

No one to listen.

Empty hands, no warm fingers,

to hold.



The moist grass is between my toes.

I've taken my shoes off,

For the walk.

I look at my watch,

thinking of you.

Where you are at this moment...

I am late.

As I miss you; My day

it goes on.

I thought I'd tell you,

maybe you were thinking..

Of me too.