AUTHOR'S NOTE + SYNOPSIS
AUTHOR'S NOTE + SYNOPSIS
THE YEAR OF MISSING YOU
Mr. and Mrs. Hearst endure a year-long stretch of aching uncertainty as Patty drops off the radar
Ticking away - ticking away
Seconds by the minute
By the hour by the day
Ticking away - ticking away
Another hour with no answer
Another day of nothing new
To look forward to without you
Ticking away - ticking away
Another week
Without your voice
In the hallway
I hold my breath
And count to ten again
As midnight crawls
On all fours to three a.m.
Ev’ry night
In this year of missing you
Of missing you
Ticking away - ticking away
Another month
Without your face at the table
As February marches to April
And April may give way to June
In this year of missing you
Of missing you
Ticking away - ticking away
Another season of wondering why
Whispered prayers fall
On deaf ears
From Ash Wednesday to Easter
In this year of missing you
Of missing you
Ticking away - ticking away
The never ending
Of never forgetting
The last time we said goodbye
From Labor Day laziness
To New Year’s Eve’s cheers
I’m going round just holding on
Taking the long view
As the earth circles the sun
In this year of missing you
Of missing you
When the phone doesn’t ring…
You’re still missing
My birthday this Thursday
Which I’ll awkwardly underplay
When the door doesn’t knock…
You’re still missing
The leaves turning
From green to gold
Early this year so I’ve been told
When a car horn doesn’t honk…
You’re still missing
The holiday displays
Of me make-believing
It’s all almost okay
When the mailman doesn’t
Walk down our block
I’m letting go of thinking
You might call me this evening
I’m giving into the feeling
This hurt is here to stay
MIDI - New/Revised PV Arrangement
On a sidewalk or
Sometimes in a store
I hear your laughter
And I turn to look
Like a fool
In this year of missing you
...Of missing you
Morning returns
From the darkness before
I’ll just go on pretending
Sunshine’s reassuring
Tides reliably return
To the shore
I’ll just go on pretending
Long nights aren't disturbing
Lilacs return
Climbing up garden gates
Robins return
To our place at the lake
I’ll just go on pretending
You’ll come back today
Here at the window
You’ll find me waiting
In this year of missing you
Ticking away - ticking away
Ticking away - ticking away
Ticking away - ticking away
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