And yet another one x)

You left before we could talk,
Before we could tell each other
Our feelings,
And how I miss you now,
My love.

Why, oh, why?
Did they make you leave?
Why, I ask, Why?
My tortured soul longs for your touch,
And my hands grab the air that
I imagine you standing in.

I never stop thinking...
about you,
So now darling,
I write this for you now;
Though you may never see it,

I write it for you anyway.


*For Dylan*