Missing you is a full time job,
That doesnt pay well,
It takes time to heal the wounds,
And then it'll be over,
But the scars you left,
Won't ever fade away,
My heart will be mended,
My soul will heal,
But memories of us will linger near,
And i'll be wishing you were here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So true, we move on, but memories of those that have touched our lives in some way may go with us, and why not? remember the good times, they maybe the strongest of stepping stones, love Duncan X