The clock ticks on, a steady, rhythmic beat,
While I move through the motions of the day,
But in the quiet moments, bittersweet,
My thoughts are always drifting back your way.
The world feels slightly tilted, out of frame,
Like music playing with a missing note;
I find a dozen ways to speak your name,
Or keep a "thinking of you" in my throat.
It’s funny how the smallest things remind,
A certain light, a song, a passing breeze,
Of all the ways our lives have intertwined,
And how you put my restless heart at ease.
I count the hours, I count the miles too,
But mostly, I just count myself as blessed;
Because no matter what I have to do,
I carry "us" inside my very chest.
I’ll see you soon, but until then, my dear,
Just know I’m holding on to every part;
Though you’re not physically standing here,
You’ve never spent a second from my heart.
