I miss you.
Please come to me tonight
in my dreams
bounding and proud
we can play until sunrise.
I never thought it would be this bad
four months now
holy prayers and happy memories
yet I’m still sad.
why didn’t you warn me baby?
Nights are the worst
cold and empty
I hate coming home
so quiet and lonely.
What a good girl
you lit up my life
so beautiful and happy.
The birds you loved to chase
they’re all here in force
so I’ve taken to feeding them
-my only connection-
I have no choice.
Better than a fantasy
I didn’t know I had
no matter or event
you always made me glad.
Day after day
you brought me joy
all you ever wanted
was time from this boy.
Please come tonight,
tomorrow, too,
Baby Keena.
I miss you.
Your buddy,
| Keena |
| 17, Dec 2005 |
| Greg |