It must be special – that place you go to,
even though you never really leave the room.
I don’t know what you do when you get there,
or who you’re with when you leave me for awhile.
I suspect you’ve found your own slice of heaven,
for surely, you’d not go if it was hell.
I’ve a mind to lock the door so you can’t leave,
but something tells me just to let you go.
When you return, I never question where you’ve been.
I simply whisper “Welcome back. I missed you”!
“But Dear, you weren’t here either”, you reply.
Maybe that’s why I didn’t lock the door!