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I miss those days when I came from school
Screaming out your name
Searching in every room
Just have a glance of your face
And to feel your warm embrace
I miss those days when you yelled at me
Just to scold me
I knew you were right
You were my compass
My guiding light
I miss those days we would cook and bake together
Those are the times I so dearly treasure
Learning new things from you were a gift
The fun and laugher we had in those times, I miss
I miss those days when we stayed up late
Looking at the stars and the dancing fire flies
While you told me about old stories and tales
And we talked about everything
I remember it all so clearly
I held on to those memories so dearly
I miss those days
For these past few years
When I came from school I ached to call your name
It was sad sitting here all alone knowing that you were no longer here
I miss your voice but I never forgot what you taught me
And in my heart there is always this pain inside of me
There is no longer fun in cooking and baking, it has just became a chore
I don’t find pleasure at looking at the stars and fire flies any more
Whenever I think of you tears flow from my eyes
Like a never ending flood
The pain drowns me inside
I would give up my entire world
And ask God if I can have you back, even for a little while
Just to see that wonderful smile
The entire essence of my being,
Serves no meaning
There will always be a part of me missing.
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