By Scott McGee
Written Aug. 2, 2000
So far from me, how can this be. I want you here with me.
To get you here, to keep you near. I have to make it be.
I love you dear. I need you here. My life is not complete.
My helpmeet true, what can I do, to be with you, replete.
I talk to you. I write you too. I think of you each night.
"Dear Lord", I pray, "please find a way, to help us make it right."
We'll find a way, and on that day, I'll live my life with you.
Together we, will always be, as one, no longer two.