Holiday

Funny how what seems like an age can so quickly pass Whilst waiting for once booked that plane to arrive with her on board And sadly come Thursday so to shall 5 week's blink and be missed The only difference this time is it will be us Who has to return to an empty house with something amiss The space where once she filled now a void a vacuum devoid of joy Left with the only thing to temper the unbearable silence is our own individual thoughts running through our head As we try to comprehend a way to carry on as life still regardless must go on Despite the fact she has come and sadly gone But if nothing else at least she came and that is all on her I suppose the only thing to do is count every second as the last and hold on tight And lest we not forget but remember If distance be a unit to measure and base our love upon Then be that from the head to heart As it never leaves us nor departs it is what makes us who we are to 1 another No matter how far away or where as long as I am here I will always be there