Do they miss me?
Those I have shown my hand in kindness
The ones that which upon a single glance
Would ease the tensions of daylight

Do they miss me?
She of which showed sweet whispers asking for forgiveness
When none was needed to be heard?
How about her, the only one that tried to enter the way of Cupid
When all I done was light the darkness that held her
The model that showed interest in my growing world
The little sister I had grown
Or the angels I dug out of the earth
What about them?

I hear no word other then whispers from the crowds
I see no word of their lives other then the lights that drag my eyes into their path
I speak no name then screech of random thoughts
Do they do the same?

I wonder how many times I missed a chance
I wonder if they still feel the same