Missing you Again

We spent most of the day,
In much the very same way.
Not talking to each other,
For work had made the say.

It was half past six,
When the first ring of bliss
It was you on the other side,
Blowing me the days first kiss.

Tonight we will not touch,
We will not talk of such.
For each of has said,
That tonight we need the bed.

Tonight alone we lay,
In seperate homes we pray.
I'm waiting for the hour,
You walk through my doorway.