Book of Poetry 2

I Still Miss You

I miss you.

Did you know,

I definitely grew

Since you let go?

I miss you.

The sun's not the same,

It's rather blue,

And there's no one else to blame.

The pain is easing,

But not fast enough.

My pain is leaving,

Since I grew tough.

But I still miss

Those summer days.

I still have a wishing list,

And at the top's your name.

I still miss you.