Missing

I looked for you again today, I just forgot you'd gone away. At our restaurant, you weren't there, just me, the waiter and an empty chair. I thought I saw you on the heath, with the dog, but, when I wiped my eyes, all I saw was fog. I missed you again at the grocery store, that kind young man smiled, as he held the door. I'm missing you a lot theses days, at the cinema, in the park, at all the school plays. It's a little bit thoughtless, to just leave like that, leaving me here, all alone in our little flat. But, I know where to find you, when I feel the need, under whispering sycamores in the place we agreed. And there we chat, about inconsequential things, 'til the rooks home to roost and the matins bell rings.