Each second lasts an eternity when you are not here. Each minute is a lifetime of lost time when I can not hold you. I searched for you last night, not in a creepy stalking way, it was 03.30 and I looked to the bright moon from my porch. I knew it was day where you were, and I prayed for you. I climbed back onto an empty bed, hoping you could feel me. The minutes just seem so long without you.