You Aren't Here

Its not about anyone in particular

The wind blowing, 

The sky bright blue.

No clouds,

That's the truth.

The waves crashing,

The birds calling.

This day is great,

This day is grand.

But something's missing,

Me and You,

Hand in hand.

You're not here.

The waters turn icy,

The sky a shade of grey,

The clouds are rolling in,

The birds go quiet,

And the waves calm down.

All because,

You're not around.