Missing You
When you’re near me,
the sky is no longer blue.
You’re the pink lenses
I see the world through.
When you leave me,
you take away your spell.
The drabness returns,
making me want to yell.
Looking out the window,
your ghost is all I see.
Strangers are standing
where you used to be.
There’s nothing I can do,
but to endure my pain.
This poem is not an elegy,
and we’ll meet again.
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