Tuesday, 27 December 2016

Missing Amy

I miss my friend,
because she's gone again
and surrounded as I am
no one fills that space
there's an empty bird house
I can't do without
And a cup of tea sat unmade
I haven't bought any cake.
Without your face,
I lose my way-
no one to talk to
the way that we do.
We both get lost in life
away from each others roads
but I still miss you
whenever you're not home.

No comments:

Post a Comment