May 12, 2010
Missing means gone
Things gone are missed
When it comes to me
Where are colors that colored the lawn?
Where is the picture that filled that frame?
Where is my way?
How did I loose it?
My path, so gently sorted out
My life, so rich and young throughout
When did I loose my mind
Why can’t I find
Everything I wanted and had
Why can’t I cry
Even though I’m empty without
Missing is gone
Missing is missed
Missing is you
Missing is me
Missing is empty spaces
and no more chases
and no more us

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