I've always heard
"Absence makes the heart grow fonder"
And to me it never occurred,
This verse I have begun to ponder.

I miss his smile...
A smile so worthwhile,
A smile that keeps you floating,
and a smile that is so devoting.

I miss his touch...
A touch of nonesuch,
A touch that keeps you enduring,
and a touch that is so reassuring.

I miss his presence...
A presence of existence,
A presence that keeps you believing,
and a presence that is so relieving.

What tides me over 'till I see him again
Are the thoughts and the memories of remembering when.
Every second of every minute,
Every minute of every hour,
Every hour of every day,
Brings me closer to the moment,
A moment in time.