Sad


I keep looking for you
but, you never seem to arrive,
do you?

You wander like a ghost
forgetting that time passes
and forgotten people wander away.

I feel like a small sound
in a room full of them.

You have to be looking to see the sun.
Maybe, you were too busy,
watching the stars.

I can’t bring myself to be angry.
These other paths aren’t mine to travel.
I can only travel my own.

I miss you though.
I’ll always miss you.

But, I’m not looking for you.
Anymore.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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