My tears gather each night, Like morning dew on grass. I miss you. Simply put. What is meant to be, Cannot exist. Eternity must wait. The clouds gather in our hearts. As time separates us. The sadness builds like a hurricane. Sorrow, but storms on the horizon. I will choose my happiness. Not dwell in the pools of sad dew. I will live. Each day. Joyful. But only with thoughts of you.