THE YEAR OF MISSING YOU

Mr. and Mrs. Hearst endure a year-long stretch of aching uncertainty as Patty drops off the radar

Ticking away - ticking away

Seconds by the minute

By the hour by the day

 

Ticking away - ticking away

Another hour with no answer

Another day of nothing new

To look forward to without you

 

Ticking away - ticking away

Another week

Without your voice

In the hallway

 

I hold my breath

And count to ten again

As midnight crawls

On all fours to three a.m.

Ev’ry night

In this year of missing you

Of missing you

 

Ticking away - ticking away

Another month

Without your face at the table

As February marches to April

And April may give way to June

 

In this year of missing you

Of missing you

 

Ticking away - ticking away

Another season of wondering why

Whispered prayers fall

On deaf ears

From Ash Wednesday to Easter

In this year of missing you

Of missing you

 

Ticking away - ticking away

The never ending

Of never forgetting

The last time we said goodbye

 

From Labor Day laziness

To New Year’s Eve’s cheers   

I’m going round just holding on

Taking the long view

As the earth circles the sun

In this year of missing you

Of missing you

 

When the phone doesn’t ring…

You’re still missing

My birthday this Thursday

Which I’ll awkwardly underplay

 

When the door doesn’t knock…

You’re still missing

The leaves turning

From green to gold

Early this year so I’ve been told

 

 

When a car horn doesn’t honk…

You’re still missing

The holiday displays

Of me make-believing

It’s all almost okay

 

When the mailman doesn’t

Walk down our block

I’m letting go of thinking

You might call me this evening

I’m giving into the feeling

This hurt is here to stay

 

On a sidewalk or

Sometimes in a store

I hear your laughter

And I turn to look

Like a fool

In this year of missing you

Of missing you

 

Morning returns

From the darkness before

I’ll just go on pretending

Sunshine’s reassuring

 

Tides reliably return

To the shore

I’ll just go on pretending

 

Lilacs return

Climbing up garden gates

Robins return

To our place at the lake

I’ll just go on pretending

You’ll come back today

 

Here at the window

You’ll find me waiting

In this year of missing you

 

Ticking away - ticking away

Ticking away - ticking away

Ticking away - ticking away

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