The nights are cooler now
even though we haven't seen
a drop of rain in days
and the land is still green.

Sitting outside with coffee
gives me a tinge of pain,
to be reminded of nights without you
when snow turned to rain.

Snuggling under the covers
by myself while you drive
thousands of miles east to west,
it's no way to feel alive.

Sometimes I'm happy with what I have,
content to believe I have the most
of what any woman could ever want,
but then, I feel like you're a ghost.

I believe in illusions,
wonder are you really there?
So sad to love from far away
but no one said that life is fair.

I will mind my days well
and I'll remain true,
though I spend darkness hurting,
waiting for you.