I sit here as people shamelessly walk by and all I can do is just sit and think of you. I wonder where you are and what you’re doing. All day all I could do is sit and cry over you. For whom you are and what you do. I miss your face, I miss your smile, I missed your only admire your sweet desire. Miss your soft touch. Your loving laugh. That soft look in your tender face. I miss you so all tho you’re never know.
May 27, 2009