Time

You come home and I have supper ready for us
So we can spend rest of evening together.
I feel our time is so limited already by real life,
Yet we are supposed to be living real life.

We do a few things, chat awhile,
You go to bed to rest for the next day’s work.
I sit and think of you .. Thinking of something that
Will give you a smile in the Am ..
And dread the next day.
Dread the time I pass till you return home again,
So I can do it all over again…

Waiting endlessly for the Friday evening
Where we will have that time that seems
To fly by so fast we wonder how come
it was truly only two days long.
Time is so short with you ,
yet I often have to much of it.
Seems like eternity with out you.
Time is becoming to me
“time with you” and
“time without you”
That is all there is to it.