Pressing thoughts

Pressing Thoughts

I press my nose against the glass

And try and peer inside

There is someone I long to see

And hold and love with pride.

I press my ear against the door

And try to hear his noise

There is a voice I long to hear

And wish I had that choice

I press my hands in to the gap

A hand or foot to touch

There is a touch I've missed so long

And l still miss it so much

I press my lips together

And remember my last kiss

There wasn't time to do it long

And it's a thing I miss

I press my hands together

And silently I pray

That where you are you feel my love

And I'll be with you someday

-Roy Hayward