Resisting the pressures of past, the most arduous duty I pursue, I am sorry for missing myself and sorry for missing you in this rugged struggle. And yet it is not too late to deeply smile upon today. So, I have a firm belief, you'll remember all the past in peace and sereneness, time will wash all pains away and defuse all seriousness. You'll let me joke, you will see... And I will feel free with you. Then pensively I will ask: 'maybe for God to miss you?' With different beliefs we carry We both will laugh at this view. However, with inner confession only I will have perceived the severity of my question. You will just be angry at my 'frivolous' way But for me hereafter the life is not anyway as strict as a humour. Strict it's my poetry - my poet me - my solace neglected by you... You are always very near, as unwritten letters of mine, as untold feelings flying through. But I can type nothing to you You are so cruel that have broken my fingers also... Just be a bit generous, at least tell me any way how without you to overcome missing - in any meaning - craving and hard losses?!