Fear

An empty seat where I should be,
I cry myself to sleep.
Every day that passes makes me worry
I'm in too deep.
What if I can't get to you
and you can't get to me?
Do we spend the rest of our lives
just camming endlessly?
How long until I can't take this
and run away from you?
Thinking of you there, alone,
not knowing what you do;
it scares me more than you, my love,
could ever understand.
That being said, this won't leave my head
until that damn plane lands.