Our Time

Our time...

Our days have been and gone so fast, too soon it's so unfair.

I watch you sing as we drive along the A12, the sunlight reflects from your hair.

There's a knot in my stomach...

I have heavy eyes...

you would think this should be easier by now.

I am silent as you smile at me...

I wish I could make this last somehow.

I drive home alone without a song in my ear, without my reason for reason.

My only company now fear.

Fear of the distance that we now have between.

Fear of the reality after the fading of dream.

Although it's so good to spend time with you, It's so hard when you leave.

Like I have to focus on simple things like being able to breathe.

The flat is so quiet as I sit and stare...

At the floor picturing you playing there.

I hear your stories...

Your laughter as the lump forms in my throat.

As I reach for my paper and pen...

I begin to take note.

For the feeling eases with each single word I write... it's like a beautiful release...

Bringing comfort to me on this lonely night.

Not that I crave company just your loving eyes tonight.

And your sweet innocent voice saying "Daddy Goodnight."

Who am I to be selfish, I cannot ask for more than I have.

I am blessed, I don't mean to sound ungrateful when I speak.

But time can seem like an enemy sometimes...

As eternity fools me in the form of a week.

And so I'll fall asleep upon the sofa without you telling me to go to bed.

Then I'll dream of all the loving things you have imprinted in my head.

I'll awake to my alarm instead of you jumping on my chest.

I swear of all the things I have and love in my life, I love you the best.

I'll lose myself in my work, it'll be Friday before I know...

I'll soon see that golden smile and the ache will finally go.

You'll place those tiny fingers in these giant hands of mine.

I will thank God for the miracle of every second of Our time.