The absence.

I'll write you a letter
telling you of the earlier disquiet
of the days without your presence
Hope the postman doesn't open ma letter
Or try to read through by the piercing sunlight.
I'll mention the rigid days
That follows a routine
and that makes me sooo sick.

But I'll also tell u too
that the babes are well,
They're coping.
Sometimes little Ann calls your name
thinking you're in the other room
She hasn't known counting days
To know how long you'll stay before u come back
Mich still does her homework
And every time i bid her goodnight
She knows that you're one day nearer
Even when you're far
They still think you're just around
And that's life
A little sacrifice here and there
and then its over.

W'look forward seeing you every other time
And miss you
every time you say goodbye
Nudging the hope
of meeting next time
And so w're lucky to have known you
Lucky to have crossed the paths of your life
We can only thank God
E'vry time we meet.