I miss you every day your work
Takes you away from me.
I feel as though a derelict
Upon a storm-tossed sea.
Though gone I feel your presence,
Though present you can’t be,
For duty to your calling
Has taken you from me.
I try but there’s naught that I can do
To call you home to me.
Why must I be that cursed ship
Tossed about on a windswept sea?
I need your arms about me,
Your sweet lips kissing me.
As you go about your day,
Are you missing me?