Near and far

Easy it is to miss you,
Though tonight your bed is warm,
Tomorrow it will be cold, waiting,
Another week goes by till you return.
Now seven days feels like a year,
So it makes sense when you come home,
How my heart always aches with mourning,
Then it melts to how you’ve grown.



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