I cannot bear to think\rof when you will be gone.

I do not understand\rhow I will get along.

Your love has been my resting place,\rthe place that I would go,\rno matter what,\rno matter where\ryour love would always flow.

A simple call\ra quick hello,\rWhere have you been?

What do you know?

Just to touch base\rand share a laugh\ra smile or two,\ra joke or gaffe.

What will I do when you are gone?

Who will I call?

There is no other quite like you\rno other love that's half as true.

no one could do the things you've done,\rno other one could be my sun, \rshining brightly as I get your call,\r"I'm home now dear,\rwhat's going on?"

Copyright August 2003\rFran Watson

For more poetry and stories you can go to Fran's webpage http://www.franwatson.ca