When Can You Get Over Here?

Your voice is a million miles away,.
I imagine what it must sound like when it echoes through my empty hallways,.
Right now it is all a daze,.
The one's we trust the most are the one's we keep at bay,.
When there is nothing but a vicious past to keep you away,.
My mind conjures different timbres and accents,.
My hands imagine the warmth of a coffee mug as your hands,.
My thoughts scatter like seeds on a fertile field,.
Slowly drying up from lack of water,.
I wonder everyday what I have to do,.
To turn the ashes into clay,.
And have you by my side for just one precious day..,.,.,