Sipping my late night cocoa,
Listening to the guitar weep,
Thinking of the simpler times.
Wishing I could count the sheep.
Your world will be fine tomorrow,
Mine too will be okay,
Your silence has spoken to me ,
I won’t again cross your way.
But when you do come back,
I’ll be standing right here.
Till then its just another day,
Oh friend! Please don’t make it a year.