When sadness pervades a loved one tears flow the miles,
distance becomes time and worry drowns the smiles.
Now every phone call is answered with a pause.
As the words are all the same as is their cause.
The tribulation is felt through the air.
The pain is shared with those who care.
Though breaking a heart’s never been a crime,
as all wounds will heal given ample time.
There’s now a piece missing and never to return.
And trust, not love, becomes the main concern.
Perhaps agony is just a part of growing.
But sometimes happiness is better than knowing.