On nights like this…
I want to hear your voice on the other end of the line.
To have one last chance to beg you to stay…
To declare how deeply you are loved…
And, how we long for your return.
On nights like this…
I long to hear your thoughts and inklings…
And, the things that concern your heart…
To hear your records blaring in the background…
To know that you won’t give up.
On nights like this…
I want to wake from this terrible nightmare…
To hear joy in our family because you’re back.
I want your healing to have come on our side of Heaven…
To have this night without you be my last.
But, I can have none of these things,
No, not one.
THIS is the sobering reality I must stare down…
Knowing that it will stare coldly back at me.
Unchanged.
Unmoved by the weeping of my soul…
for those who weep 
I love you is the only thing I can think of to say
Perfect. A huge, grateful embrace coming your way.