Please, Come Back

My tears are not of loss
but of time to quickly gone.
The present seems to fade
into a long forgotten song.

As precious time flutters,
passes by and won't look back,
our home become more empty
as you begin to pack.

Although I know it's come
I can't prepare the day
you'll walk out one last time
leaving me in dismay.

I'll only hope to hear from you
as you travel 'round.
Praying you'll come back to me
like spring flowers from the ground.