Each day I go out,
I forget your aren’t here,
When I walk to work,
You are just there,
You must be at home,
Where else would you be,
I’m not convincing myself,
It’s just the way it has been,
Then I remember,
And I twinge a little inside,
You aren’t at home,
And haven’t “just popped out,
For a while,”
No,
You are gone,
And can never be seen,
No quick visit,
Or just a cup of tea,
I have to remind myself,
Before I try to call,
You are not here,
No, not at all,
So before I forget,
And dream you are home,
let me say goodbye,
farewell and so long.