By Arcassin Burnham

You Soul is somewhere else,
Swimming across seas to find you like Michael Phelps,
Of course I need no help,
I see no differences in color or wealth,

The milky way has you,
no texting from night to day,
I'm sitting right next to you,
I need to clarify,
do I really need to ask
when your memories are gone in a flash,
so far gone,
and your feet gets colder,
Can't believe that you are,
Disconnected,
Highly Neglected,
Souly disrespected,
I can feel your presence,
But you should be here....

....not in the sky.