The day has ended and I am here alone. To think of you, and how I knew the two of us would still be on our own. The days come and the days go. When you call I find myself holding the phone wishing it was you I was holding. We say hello, you say how was your day. I say I made it on my own. I look around my empty place, as you whisper, "welcome home". My eyes fill with tears, you cannot see, or the longing in my heart. Or my empty arms, and empty songs I play while we're apart. I ask, "how was your day, while I was away"? You say, "it was just ok". I say, "mine was too, I thought of you." "Did you miss me, I missed you." My hand is trembling, my lips are quivering, as I speak with you. The tears keep flowing, knowing a welcome home would be nice to hear coming home to you. The time has come we say our goodbyes and as I hang up the phone, I whisper dream of me and lets hold each other tight all through the night. The day now has ended and I am here alone. With an empty heart, and empty arms wanting you in them to hold. I take a deep breath, turn out the light, put the music way down low. I wipe my tears away and I pray, Dear Lord, how much longer can I go on. Feeling this lonely, when I would love to hear him say the words, "Welcome Home" as I walk through the door today. Coming home not being alone at the end of the day. written by: Paula aka Angel Of Love June 11, 2003