Sand on the Shore

I put pen to paper,

words flee from me

With you not around,

Nothing is how it used to be.

The days are longer,

gloomy and dull.

Sobs and silent prayers,

break the midnight lull.

I stand alone, wondering

If we could be one still

If I could see you sleep

And be around when you’re up

I lay awake, yearning

Wishing for your face by my pillow

I spend the night praying

Hoping for a happier tomorrow

Yet I know it is not to be

How will we one be?

For you are an ocean, I am sand on the shore

We meet but aren’t meant to be.