Missing You  - ListenHere      

It seems like lately

I must confess

a gray-like, empty sort of

blueness

seems you’re gone

but you haven’t yet left

So why am I missing you?

Sometimes somehow

my more means less

good intentions you can

second-guess

close together in

another fine mess and

now I’m missing you?

Black and white images

holding our colored past

photographs on the wall

don’t tell it all

Candles burning,

flowers fill a vase,

shadows turning

rest on your face

there you sit

but if this it,

why am I missing you?

Black and white images

holding our colored past

photographs on the wall

don’t tell it all