I still search
for you in crowds,
in empty fields
and soaring clouds.
In city lights
and passing cars,
on winding roads
and wishing stars.
I wonder where
you could be now,
for years I've not said
your name out loud.
And longer since
I called you mine—
time has passed
for you and I.
But I have learnt
to live without,
I do not mind—
I still love you anyhow.
— Lang Leav
