Treasure Island

Randy McClave

(Ashland, Kentucky)

A Day Without You


A day without you
Is an eternity without living
It is a time without need,
It is a moment without giving.
It is you, without me.

A day without the sun
Is the day that I don't look into your eyes
It is when I don't hope or wish,
It is when from the world that I do hide.
It is when you, that I truly miss.

A day without a flower,
Is the day without any inspiration
It is the day when beauty is dead,
It is the beginning of my frustration.
It is when my hunger for life is no longer fed.

A day without you,
It is a terrible day indeed
It is when I just sit and moan
And it is when no one hears my plead.
It is truly when I am all alone.

Randy L. McClave

Submitted: Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Edited: Thursday, March 17, 2011

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