I remember the evening
that we sat clinging
to paper cups
of coffee gone cold

over secrets spilled and memories told
two bodies cursed
with hearts grown old

behind your eyes
I found new worlds
A winding road stretched out for miles
to a small cafe at the end of the isle

Sweet pastries filled the mouths
of those who sat beside us
and stayed for a while.

How the hours went by,
people just passing through
The descending sun ending
a forever with you.

When we first met
I thought u were Strange
Weird...
But you ended up being my best Friend
Once I knew you more
You were ...hilarious...knowledgable
My brother....

Time goes on and we change
I found a girl who touched my heart
You continued to be the "Lone Ranger"
Too man to cry
Too "man" to even be your own self

Adventures we had
The laughs that left us breathless
Are now just memories
We barely see eachother
We barely talk
We said we would be best friends...brothers
But now I'm not sure

We're on two separate paths
That...it's too late to make u walk back to come on my side
I hope one day u can cut through

I love you
Even if I dont talk to you
I miss you ..my brother
I hope one day we can somewhat
Expirience
The old days

Missing You!©

When I am here, I miss being there
When I am there, I miss being here

When I am in solitude, I miss companionship
When I have companionship, I miss solitude

When I am single, I miss being in relationship
When I am in relationship, I miss being single

When I am working, I miss not working
When I am not working, I miss working

When I am in the city, I miss the countryside
When I am in the countryside, I miss the city

When it is winter and it is cold, I miss the summer
When it is summer and too hot, I miss the winter

When I am on the prairies, I miss the mountains
When I am in the mountains, I miss the prairies

When I am on the rim of the Grand Canyon,
I miss being at the bottom
When I am at the bottom of the Grand Canyon,
I miss the rim,

When I am on the ocean, I miss dry land
When I am on dry land, I miss the ocean

When I am flying, I miss the ground
When I am on the ground, I miss flying

When I am on the east coast, I miss the west coast
When I am on the west coast, I miss the east coast

Maybe what I am missing is the point of it all

Andreas Simic©