The day my mind is still, it would be the final chapter for My Mind's Drama Copyrights@ Lilow 2004-2009

Friday, March 07, 2008

Missing You


What is home without you,
Your voice unheard,
Welcome by silence,
Your face unseen,
Vanished from me suddenly,
After twelve years..

Would you still watch over me?
Would you still linger around?
Would you still walk the garden?
Would you still roll on the bed of daisies?
At least sometimes,
Returning from the other side,
To catch a glance of me..

I miss you.