20 - 2 - 2020
Departure is always bittersweet
We all miss those who we meet
Memories will keep you smiling
Though you might feel incomplete
Eyes that meet, hands that touch
You will miss it oh so much
You have to see the silver lining
Not all people feel as such
Friends were made, loose ends tied
You have feelings that you hide
Your own race you ran a mile in
Knowing your looks never lied
Does she miss you like you do?
Is she thinking this way too?
Questions atop others piling
Neither of us has a clue
Getting lost between the lines
Getting hung up on the signs
Right person, imperfect timing
So, I dive among my rhymes