August flew past
I can imagine how different you are now
It seems like years ago
last time I saw you
but it´s been a month
or maybe two,
but do I really miss you?
I mean, I do.
I miss your hands,
I miss your touch,
I miss your lips,
I miss your words.
And I miss them,
because they´re gone.
And must I remember
that you swore
nothing would change
nothing would fade
You would always be there
but as it always happens,
you are now gone.