From The Poetry of Windy Sparrow - Missing You

Missing You

Thinking of you. Used to, we’d say you’re dead. But now We say you’ve passed. But either way, You’re gone. And I miss you.

Have yet to find My own words For your leaving me. And everything. And I miss you.

I try different words But nothing Seems to fit But either way You’re still gone And I miss you.

If I could hear You speak I wonder what You would say, Where you’ve gone, While I’ve Missed you.

Maybe soon I will find you And maybe then I will find My own words Or maybe you’ll know And tell me Everything.

But until then, I will wait And I miss you.