Missing

I stopped sending you presents
When I got no thanks,
Stopped writing you letters
When I got back blanks,
Yes I’ve made my mistakes,
But how my heart aches,
Just to hear a hello from you.

I stopped hoping to hear
How you got on each year,
Stopped wishing you’d call
When there were no calls at all,
I was told that you said
You don’t care if I’m dead,
But how my heart aches
Just to put both arms around you.

I stopped breathing last night,
Just for a second, in fright,
I stopped thinking that you
Will be coming home too.
No I can’t turn back clocks ,
To see what that unlocks,
but how my heart aches
Just to forget how much I miss you.

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