Districts #2

I'm lying in a strange bed,
In a strange house,
And the sound of your voice is in my head.
Music is all around,
And lots of friendly people
To keep me nailed to the ground,
But reality has no meaning
If you're not here,
If I can't see your gray eyes gleaming,
Sending a wink my way
That gives me chills
And makes my day.
I never thought saying good-bye
Would make me so sad
That I could not cry,
But when I got off the phone,
The only thing I wanted
Was to be home,
Safe in your arms,
Hearing your heart beat,
Trapped by your charms.
The slightest thought of you,
And I can barely sing.
You've become my reason to do what I do.

This poem seems so dull,
But without you here,
The words don't come at all.
I miss you more than I dreamed,
I can't get you out of my head,
I love you more than I ever schemed.
Saturday cannot come too quickly,
I can't wait to see you,
To be together again, you and me,
And 'though the words won't come
For me at all,
The love in my heart is a song unsung,
And on a piano that will not break,
Someday you'll play
The precious song that makes my heart ache.
I love you.

~ January 15, 2009 ~