It's a funny thing,
To miss someone.
To long to hear their voice
Even if it's just from their voicemail
That you called early in the morning
After waking,
to an tear running down your cheek
To hope for someone,
Just their touch
Soft and loving
As you run through a field in the summer.
Both young and free.
To wish for someone,
Is the loneliest feelings,
The one that leaves you to wonder
Did they even care at all?
As you stare the the pictures
The fragments of memories
The shards of togetherness
Piercing your heart.
You would cry out,
But there is no one to hear you.
Not anymore.
It's a funny thing,
To miss someone.
