I’m going to miss you
when you go.
My heart will be singing
loves old refrain,
saying won’t you come back again.
I’m going to miss you,
going to miss you
when you go.
How will I live without you?
How will I get on?
My heart is going to cry,
telling me this is wrong.
I ask myself
why has this happened.
Why are you walking out the door?
There is no answer,
no one can give me a reply,
and my heart keeps crying.
I’m going to miss you,
going to miss you
when you go.
17 July 2008
Dear David Your work seems to have found a place that is easily accessable and a joy to read AMAZING! ! ! Love duncan X
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am SO glad that I know this to be fictional rather than autobiographical so to speak. A sweet piece D. I feel something along these lines every time Ez walks out of the door... even just to go to the postbox. :) t x