The Promissory Note of First Class

I miss you much and I hope you know I want you here to call my own,

Oh so call it living, 

But last I checked your arms were thrown around my neck,

And we were dancing,

In a candlelit room and the music was melodic,

Romantic

Something that I've long lost,

My darling how I need you here,

Why am I wasting away; every day,

Send me your way in a brown box and you can find me at your doorsteps,

I don't care if its raining,

Or early; or if you're not even home,

So long as I see you,

And you see me,

So long as I continue to carry through,

The motions, we made hidden by candles, our feet hardly touching ground, and with the music, romance was our only sound, and I can hear you singing already,

I can hear you already,

As you pass me by,

As you've passed me by