Crying deep into the night
my face is hot, my stomach is tight
tears soak straight through to my pilliow
i rock back and forth with the limbs of the willow
his sweatshirt reminds me of his strong warm touch
i could wear it all night but it's just not enough
I long for his voice but she keeps him away
I have not seen his face in so many a day
his eyes are burned in the front of my mind
when I think of that day all pauses in time
I miss him so much he could never know
he is so far from me and I love him so
