missing you
Missing you is something,
I feel every moment.
It's like a piece of sadness,
that I carry around with me.
When I stop what I am doing,
to take a moment to think of you,
there's an emptiness that fills me up inside.
But along with the sadness,
there are wonderful memories.
And when I think of all the special times we've had,
I can't help but smile,
in spite of the sadness.
It's then I realize
that I rather feel
the pain of missing you.
Than loosing a single memory
of you and me together.