Our time is becoming short and fleeting,
Each day that passes shortens out meeting.
Interruptions constantly ending our time,
What little time is spared is surely a crime.
Oh for the days when we had time to spare,
Time for you and me, time for us to share.
Moments pass like ships in the night,
Only time to ask, "Are you alright?"
Off you go again, about your busy life,
Visits are so short they cut like a knife.
When will there be some time for us?
You know I don't mean to make a fuss.
Is this a taste of the future, is this true?
All I really want to say is... "I miss you."