For you..
Tonight, I miss the sound of the Baker across the street coming through the window, the Lunar moths, the cats and the home and life that I used to be part of.
It is ok, and I am ok, but sometimes in these late hours, I am keenly aware of the nature of things, and of my faults, and I plainly can say I just miss you.
Tomorrow might change with my mood, but for now I hope you are well, happy and loved.
It is ok, and I am ok, but sometimes in these late hours, I am keenly aware of the nature of things, and of my faults, and I plainly can say I just miss you.
Tomorrow might change with my mood, but for now I hope you are well, happy and loved.