Missing  You


♪♪ Teardrops well-up ...
In my eyes ...
A feeling I just ...
Can’t disguise ...
Do you miss me ... Girl?
Like I am … missing you? 

Those tears just fell ...
With your last note ...
As I read all ...
Those things you wrote ...
Do you miss me … Girl?
Like I am ... missing you? 

Here on my own ...
In a 4-man home …
A strange feeling …
I’ve not known ...
Oh I feel so all alone ...
Again tonight! 

Seems like I too ...
Should dress in black ...
Mourn each day ...
Till I come back ...
Oh I miss you Girl ...
Again ... here tonight! 

Down … by … the ... sea ...
Upon those sands ...
We both should be there ...
Holding hands ...
Guess I’ll just see you ...
In my dreams … again tonight!
Yeah, I’ll go back to my dreams ...
And hold you tight!  ♪♪


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   ♪♪  Out on the wire ...
  Tonight again ...
   Flares fallin’ ...
In the rain ...
  Do you miss me Girl? ...
   I wish I knew … it was true! 

I'm so far away ...
From your home ...
That's why I feel ...
So all alone ...
Oh how I want to be there ...
By your side! 

And yet each day ...
That I’m away ...
Is one less here ...
That I must stay ...
Oh to see your smile ...
Just once more! 

Tears I can’t hide ...
Since mates have died ...
‘Cause there’s guilt …
Felt deep inside ...
And all I want to do ...
Is be with you! 

Down … by … the ... sea ...
Upon those sands ...
We both should be there ...
Holding hands ...
Guess I’ll just see you ...
In my dreams ... again tonight! 

Oh, I’ll go back to my dreams ...

And hold you tight! ♪♪


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​     This poem was written as a song. It is a lament which tells of a soldier’s loneliness and longing for his girl back home whom he fears he may never see again. The poem was inspired by the song Away From Home by Bobby Bare. To experience the rhythm of this poem, it is necessary to pause on the dotted sections.

                                                       “Music I heard with you … was more than music …
                                                      And bread I broke with you … was more than bread ...
                                                      Now that I am without you ... all is desolate …
                                                      All that was once so beautiful ... seems dead!”
   
                                                                                                              - Conrad Aitken (1889-1973).

Missing  You