It’s never fun when you are away,
Never enough to do,
To fill the day,
Or keep my thoughts at bay,
It’s a general feeling of lonesomeness,
When you truly miss someone.
Lucky for me,
It’s usually just for a day.
Sometimes you’re back before lunch.
We all distract ourselves in different ways,
I’d just rather admit to mine,
And continue on my way.
One foot in front of the other,
Until I see my dogs,
And my wife again.