Missing You
Anna L. Williams
(Thinking of Sean)
January 9, 1997
You never know what you had until it is yours no longer,
And does absence make the heart grow fonder?
I am not certain,
I am unaware,
All I know is that you are not here.
If I died today, I will have no faith in the life there after.
Hell and heaven shall not be proven until I died.
The only hell I know is feeling alone,
and my only heaven is being at your side.
Now, here I sit and think about past, present, and future,
about events that has, is, and will occur.
At this point,
the only thought that stands true,
simply put is,
I am missing you.
