The Missings of You


To everyone I don’t see anymore.

I do

I do still see you.

I see the shadow and the silhouette and the shape of you

I see how ya had your own rhythm when ya walked

I miss how ya fit into the landscape

The terrain is not the same

We are still here but we are without you

Maybe I only stay cause you can’t

I knew you and you are gone so if I’m still here then you are here. 

I am your last front.

A final stand.

We are holding on.

We will mot be forgotten together.