I feel strange – a part of me is missing.

It’s been about six days since I last saw you.
Six long days…

This is new to me.
Us being a part.
I don’t like it.
It don’t seem right.

I feel strange – a part of me is missing.

I talk to myself.
I laugh and smile when I think of your retorts.
Strangers glance my way.
A smiley stranger
With glittery teary eyes they see.

I feel strange – a part of me is missing.

Where is the laughter
and smiles so warm and tender?
Where is the hand
that insists on being held tight?
Where is the other body
Which fits so well with mine?
Where is the man
Who shares my day and night?

I feel strange – a part of me is missing.

Hurry home ~ I miss you...

P.S: Don’t forget the candy!