Lonely without her... my hand held over my eyes... hoping her hand clasping in mine... can it be in time? Only my will with lowered spirits... her... a wondrous woman... in her anger - not at me - yet against countless times - will we have another weekend - will I have hope at all. Will I have another morning waking up with anticipation looking to my side and seeing her? There is her, and then there is me - feeling… oh... yes!