Empty Hands

I lose you every day I wake up hoping the bad dream is over but my fingers only burn from grasping the air around me This house sits empty Sometimes if I look hard enough I think I still see your footprints and I'll follow until the trail disappears We've run out of floor to pace My world has become so still Pleading with shadows To please let just one be you I spend my time cursing time for moving And not doing it fast enough I'm to far away regardless and I've never liked being in the middle sandwiched between something that resembles living and nothing at all My fingers burn from grasping the air around me One day could you please be there