Though I don''t write
or call you
as often as I would like to
I spend time every day
thinking about you
Sometimes it is
a memory of something we shared
Other times it is
an incident in my life
that I imagine myself
telling you about
No matter what it is
in my mind
I write and call you every day
and I miss you
Walk is easy
But walkng alone is tough
Being loved by some1 is secure
But loving some1 is insecure
Being missed by some1 is nice
But to miss some1 is painful...
