Alon Calinao Dy

(Samar, Philippines)

Sick Without You


When you are away,
In a far distant place,
All I need is a rest day,
I'm sick without you, my love.

I feel sick this morning,
I have a headache that's worsening,
My blood pressure goes up,
But I don't need a medical check-up.

I don't have hypertension,
Because you're the only reason...
I don't even have diabetes mellitus,
Because you just make me feel nervous.

My love,
You nurse me when I am hurt,
And you heal my wounded heart,
I'm sick without your love.

My sweetest love,
You release the tensions in my body,
And comfort me when I have anxiety,
I'm sick, sick without your precious love.

Submitted: Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 20, 2013

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