more full

this time of year is always colder,
without you near.
this time of day is always bolder,
without you here,
without you here.
because your presence always softens the edges of a rough day,
a hard heart,
a hard way,
a hard way.

these words, they seem to hold more power
spoken though your voice.
i write to you to fill the hours;
i have no choice,
no choice.
because it’s what i’ve got to do to clear my head of thoughts of you:
the things you say,
the things you do,
the things you do.

silence broken by the music
of falling rain.
it soaks me through,
i can’t avoid it–
i won’t complain,
i won’t complain.
you can tap my heart and soul, time spent with you makes me more whole
…or more complete
or more full,
or more full.

how can i go?
won’t you stay?
oh please don’t go.