When you're gone

First draft, how's it looking?

When you're gone


He stands on the doorstep, arms open wide.
You rush to greet him and he steps inside.
Bags and suitcases sit on the floor,
Make steps up to 'Dad' that you still adore.

Now, wrapped in his arms, your face filled with glee,
You think of adventures that don't include me.
Of beaches and swimming, ice cream and sand.
Paddles in oceans and walks hand in hand.

One night is the longest that we've been apart,
The thought of your absence now tears at my heart.
You run to his car and wait by it's side,
as he says, once again, that he's sorry he lied.

No time for farewells or kisses goodbye,
Two weeks on vacation, for you it will fly.
The house will be empty, the chores always done.
What shall I do with myself when you're gone?