Alone

There is no day when I'm apart from you;
Not that the sun does not shine in the sky,
Or tires squeal as cars go driving by,
Or clouds obscure the sunlight, and my view;
Not that the growing grass does not renew,
Or shops stay open so people can buy
Their wares, or that the million things that fly
Do not take wing; of course, I know they do.
But what's the point of it? The hours drag,
And yet they have no content I can feel;
It's all an empty blank, a vast time lag
Unusable, unnoticed, and unreal.
But when night falls, and you're at last with me,
Then time exists, and fills eternity.