Shall I tell you about my day
About my tasks large and small
Who called, what did they say
How I vacuumed down the hall
Or how I thought of you, most of all?
Each day is much the same
As our lives go slipping by
For the time we lose ourselves we blame
Those losses we can never rectify
But to think of you saves the hours nigh.
Then day ends, as it always will
We talk and share our meal.
Sunlight fades, the air goes still
And becomes silence near ideal.
Thoughts fade too, as your nearness I can feel.
