Miss, love, hate

Thursday was when we met
Saturday is where it ends.

You've gone four days
Ninety six hours away

Come back, bubba
Where have you gone?

The bed  feels cold
I toss and roll and roll

Looking eyeing, from time to time
Please come back and say Hi

My mind thinks of you
My heart does it too

So where have you
Bubba, hurry up, I need you