I have to say I miss you dear,
And hope that you’ll return.
I apologize for what I did,
So now it is your turn.
Our bedroom’s much too tidy now,
There’s no socks on the floor.
Our bed takes longer to warm up
And how I miss your snore!
The toilet seat is always down
And the floor is much too clean.
There’s nothing left to tidy up -
Well, you’ll know what I mean.
Yes, I’m still talking to myself -
There is no difference there,
But the biscuit and the cake crumbs too
Are both missing from the chair.
I miss your burping after meals –
The silence seems so weird –
And of course the spiders have moved in -
That's something which I feared.
I understand that when YOU'RE ill,
You need some days in bed
Whilst when I’m ill – yes really ill -
I get on with things instead!!
I’d give up all these grievances
To have you back with me,
And I could be the first one up
And bring your morning tea.
I’m afraid there is a job for you -
That sink is blocked again -
And there’s another thing to do:
Do come and clear the drain.
I’d never grumble, never grouch,
But would think of all I’d gain.
I’d gladly share my everything,
If you’d come back again.
PS: Come Home – All is forgiven!
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