Well Babe, I can't believe how much I miss you
It hurts even when I sleep.
The days are numb,
but work keeps me distracted from the gloom,
only one third of the time
One minute of work
two minutes of you, one happy,
then I remember your gone, one sad.
I hope your well,
And Baybe reading this
Not knowing how you are
Is harder than knowing and not having you.
Why?
Now sure, maybe because you changed me
Or maybe I like the torture!
At least there is one minute of distraction
Thank goodness for multi-Tasking!
At lease there is a chance I might not...
Go Insane!