* Fading

I am here my darling love, I am never far from thee but sad I am this very night, to be so far from thee. An ache I have deep in my heart, as I miss thee now that ache gets worse and worse, with every single hour. The minutes drag the hours drag, oh how the days do drag if I could I would park my bag, fly away this very hour. I think my love is angry, that I have been away so long I think my love is angry, I give nothing, but this lament swan song. The days they come the days they go, and still I miss my love she is not here, she will not appear, my heart withers endlessly in despair. Copyright © Terence George Craddock