COMING HOME
When shall you be coming home to me
For nights on end I yearn for you
And stars pass by on a lonely path
Shadows reach out and you are not there
Sleep is cold without your touch
Nightly devils remind me that you are gone
A month of this that never will end
Each hour is a ghostly death
Blackness seeps in and fills my mind
Torture is a vivid pain
You should be here by now
Warmed and by my side
Daylight hours are full of you
Though the restlessness eats away at my soul
Your place is here inside my heart
Replenished and once again whole
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