Is it you, are you still here,

it seems only yesterday I last saw your face,

when my worries were clear and there was no fear,

then you vanished without a trace.

I shop and expect to see you standing near,

I long for that voice rushing me along,

especially at this festive time of year,

as fed up as you were you still always said nothing was wrong,

I go home, I expect you to pull down the drive,

now its time for bed, you are still not here,

I long for your return so I can come out of this dreadful hide.