The Time I Miss You

I work at night when you’re asleep
We take turns with the kids
My time awake’s with heavy lids
We go from pen to field like sheep
And all the time I miss you

I’m half asleep when I get home
I listen to you talk
I am so tired I cannot balk
Against this chapter in our tome
So all the time I miss you

I have to find the energy
To write a different book
Erase this work that I forsook
Or so I thought with my degree
For all the time I miss you

I do not want this life for us
Of living by the rules
That others make I have the tools
To make your own and only thus
Gain all the time I’d miss you