I miss you, I really do
wonder where you are now
are you happy in that place
and are questions, answered there
I miss you, I really do
do you get to see me too
when I'm asleep, do you brush my hair
or do you kiss my sleepy eyes
I miss you, I really do
I walk around, as if you're here
I even dance with open arms
just in case, you're holding me
I miss you, I really do
every day I think of you
your marble box is getting cold
I'm coming home, to keep it warm
Hi Vilma,
Love your poem. Very beautiful. I do believe you really miss him. Sorry for that. Be good sweetie,
Heather