Miss You Poem by William F Glennon

Cold air blows through my hair this autumn day.
How long have I been running?
How long have I been hiding?
Where have I been?

I failed myself not tracing my steps
from the beginning. Its cold around
here without you. I'm alone and blue.

When I think of you, I think of your eyes
displaying your emotions within.
Your eyes tell a story of undefined sadness.

I want you to help me to help you.
Could I ever get the chance? You
probably don't feel the same.
I wonder if you remember my name.