You

You haunt my nights, you haunt my days,
In many hundred different ways,
I see your face where'ere I go,
In sun and rain and hail and snow.
Your smiling eyes, your lips to kiss -
Yes, both of these are things I miss.
Your body close, your hand to hold,
All these are gone - your heart grown cold.
Perhaps one day the pain will cease,
And I will live my life in peace.