I MISS THEM

apparitions of my past
once in a while come back
but do they recognize me
do they take a second to see
i am under the radar i believe
no one probably notices me
silence and darkness shrouds me
and back in the darkness i keep
in my solace and comfort
but so badly i want to depart
i do miss them when i knew them
but they left and faded into the horizon
one by one away from my eyes
and in their memories another piece of me dies
and again as before i slip in oblivion
and they slip back into their life's rotation

© 2004 thomas bates