As I drove my truck to work

As I drove my truck to work, as I treaded up the stairs, as I walked across the campus, in my mind, you were there As I bundled up the papers through machines' incessant drone I carried you in my thoughts and I wasn't so alone While I work at my computer while I shuffle cards at play in my heart there is an aching you are with me every day as I cross the dark so dreary tossing, turning through the night it is you that I am grappling and your grip unbearably tight While I stare off into space quite oblivious, unaware dreaming of some sweet embrace you are with me, everywhere Mark Burton November 30th, 2005, 2:02 A.M.