It starts before you’ve left, this missing you. The sense of loss gets into everything Like salt. It makes each moment more intense. I hug you harder, savouring the sense Of having you (dear you) so close to me. It also adds a sharpness to my day That makes me pause and wince, an aftertaste Of sadness as we face our list of “lasts” Before you leave, before I’m left behind To cry salt tears and miss you even more.
Missing You
Missing You
Missing You
It starts before you’ve left, this missing you. The sense of loss gets into everything Like salt. It makes each moment more intense. I hug you harder, savouring the sense Of having you (dear you) so close to me. It also adds a sharpness to my day That makes me pause and wince, an aftertaste Of sadness as we face our list of “lasts” Before you leave, before I’m left behind To cry salt tears and miss you even more.