Bad day for missing you

Today is a bad day for missing you
Things are ok
in an everyday workaday way
Nobody’s dying
Not so you’d notice
And if they are
they’d rather not say

But as the sun dips into the trees
and powercuts boat up the bay
I think of all
the things we can’t share
Me sitting here
You over there
The places where we like to walk
and the natural way we talk

The room fills with sodium light
and I wonder where you are tonight
I think of things we said on the phone
Picture you lying in bed alone
It feels like things are ok
But today is a bad day for missing you