Sitting here in this old brown chair. Thinking of you ,and how much I really care. Minutes like hours, hours seem like days. I'm missing you so much, missing you in many ways.
This house feels so empty, quiet, and cold. My love for you unfettered by miles of open road. Til the day comes soon that I can hold you in my arms soo tight.
I'll sit in this old brown chair, missing you both day and night.