Plated In Chrome

Tatted on my right forearm is six letters
Descending from my AC to my wrist
The name of a pretty young woman
Whom I undoubtly, heartbreakingly miss

She has taken an extended trip
Moved overseas with her mom
We use to be attached to the hip
And I hate that she's no longer home

For some this is looked at as a norm
Being miles away from your child
But for me this is a tsunami storm
Somehow I'm still able to smile

Thousands of miles are separating us
But she's where she wants to be
I didn't scream or make a whole lot of fuss
Because all I want is for her to be happy

I've got this nagging pain in my gut
Her absence has left me with another void
How can this next line be poetically put
I'm fucked up and starting to become paranoid

That she doesn't miss me and could take or leave me
Voices in my head saying she's not coming home
The summer is approaching so I'll soon enough see
Thoughts of her are frequently encircling around my dome

Yet I carry on without showing any signs of pain
People telling me to force her to come home
That if I don't it'll leave a huge relationship strain
But my love for her is eternally plated in chrome