Come Home to Me

When you are gone
I fair just fine
I find my ways to pass the time
I do not become undone
But when you leave
There is something sweet
That slips from under my feet
I miss your touch of sun
Your presence is such a treat
Your nearness is so fond
I notice when you are gone
The little things I find
Make me grateful you are mine
And when you come back home
I am as glad as I’ve ever known

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