Holding

It’s sad when we’re not close;
inches apart,
but a million miles a way.
Hoping it’s only just for one day.
But it drags on. . .

When you’re not here.
I’m looking in your eyes
but I’m fighting away the fear
that while you’re here,
you’re not here. . .

Another tear falls,
another sleepless night.
Do you ever want to be held
like a child,
and be told, “It’s alright?”
And sleep away the night?

When I’m at home.
But I’d rather be
somewhere else
alone.
Hiding away
in a world
inside my phone.
All alone. . .

Another tear falls,
another sleepless night.
Do you ever want to be held
like a child,
and be told, “It’s alright?”
And sleep away the night?

How can you go up,
if you never go down?
What is a smile
if there’s never a frown?
You just hold on,
walk another day,
and hope everything’s OK.

Another tear falls,
another sleepless night.
Do you ever want to be held
like a child,
and be told, “It’s alright?”
And sleep away the night?

You come home late.
The pots are cold,
the house is swept,
and you’re wondering,
“Is there anything left?”
Just hold on.

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