17.  I’m Missing You

Forty eight hours since you left
I’m sitting here alone
Waiting for the door to knock
Waiting for the phone
Sick of silence I played some music
Your cd’s were mixed in with mine
I never liked your taste in music
But I listened to them to pass the time
I sorted out the garden shed
A thing you nagged me to do
I only did it out of boredom
Don’t think I’m missing you

I went into what once was our bedroom
In the air your perfume lingers
On the carpet lay your rings
I never knew they’d left your fingers
I lay down on the bed sheets you chose
I could still smell your body there
Then walked over to your dressing table
From your brush stole your fine hair
I fell asleep on your side of the bed
For maybe an hour or two
Let’s say I’m reclaiming my territory
Don’t think I’m missing you

I checked my messages once again
Message display read nil
I sat and listened to the silence
Oh how the deafness could kill
I dialled your number once again
To see if you were home
You did not answer, and all I heard
Was ‘leave your message after the tone!’
I poured myself a glass of our favourite wine
Well in truth I had more than a few
But don’t you think you can come round here
No way I’m missing you

Continued:

I’ve done all the things you asked me to do
I’ve cut the grass, cleaned up the home
They say that two is better than one
Please darling, I'm no good on my own
I’ve cooked your favourite meal
Ran a bath to help you relax
Don’t think I can take this much more
Oh baby, won’t you come back
I’m so, so sorry, I really am
I would do anything it's true
Sweetheart please return my calls
I admit I’m missing you

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