I don’t get to see Pamela everyday. Even though we live in close by neighborhoods, our schedules mean we only see each other three to four days of the week, which frustrates both of us. Some people have deal with long distances or are away for days or weeks at a time, as my Dad sometimes had to do.
This is a quick poem that I jotted down for Pamela this morning.
I miss you
I miss you,
Saying goodbye every time kills a little bit of me,
A day feels like a year,
An hour like a week.
Please envelope me into your life,
And I will fold happily inside,
Anything to be with you.