the worst part of missing you

it's been a while since i last saw your face
when the sun seemed minute compared to your radiance
yet somehow in that particular time and space
all i had for you to take was an empty goodbye glance.

for how was i to know that you and i would part
i thought you and i was something that wouldn't change one bit
you say that my thoughts would reach you though you're that far
no matter what, our roads would at one point eventually meet.

i gave you an inconsistent smile just to fill the void
i can feel you breathing down my neck yet i can't hear your heartbeat
you try to calm my fears as you speak with an encouraging voice
but both you and i know you're taking the very half of me.

and i don't know if you're feeling the same way as i do,
'cause there's the uncertainty that once you return, everything we knew has changed
the recognition of the love that was once held dear and true
would it still remain strong or start to go vague?

probably still, i wonder inside if we're that strong enough to wait
to carry through the winter heat or blossoming autumn fall
perhaps the very worst part of missing you today
is the fact that you're not coming home at all.