Days without you are very grey and dull.
Of heavy, overcast clouds, they are full.
My mind it wanders, in a world of its own.
I go for a walk, but soon wish I was home.

My days without you, lack sparkle and wit.
In a crowded park, I see nobody as I sit.
I count the long hours in days without you.
Those hours drag and the sky never blue.

Unwelcome and empty, they visit and stay.
They weigh like stone, and won't go away.
My days without you, they linger, they stall. 
Days without you, they mean nothing at all.