Wishing Days Were Short


I thought that I was used to this life
Or at least as much as one can be
I go on, day by day
I go about my life as if it were normal
I convince myself things are ok
And I don’t dwell long on thoughts
That creep up, feelings that tell me
What reality is

So here we are once more
I’m alone, I’m missing you
And we’re thousands of miles apart
We had it all planned out
This was not part of the plan
This pain inside and the constant aching
To hold your hand, watch you smile, hear your laugh
Just to see you again
And I write the words I’ve written
A hundred times before
I console myself with my dreams
Memories, hopes
Wishing days were short
And tomorrow I were yours


© Nicole Whaley 2003