Like the addicts who are missing their fix,
like the parents who are missing their kids,
like a woman who’s missing her man,
like the prisoner who’s missing the sun,
like an inmate who’s missing his sanity,
like a dying-man who’s missing his vanity,
like the dawn which misses the moon,
like a heart that stopped beating too soon,
like the clouds which miss their raindrops,
like emotions bred by the gallows post,
like the flowers which miss the rain,
like the dead who are missing the pain.
Like the blind who are missing the light,
like the champions who can’t win one fight,
like the crippled who are missing their walks,
like the keys which are missing their locks,
like the shy who envy the brave,
like the happy who enrage the sad,
like the lonely who are missing the world,
like the rejected who yearn for a nod.
As words miss their initial meaning
and they sound nowadays so stark,
words are the only means left,
to use until you come back.
With tears in my eyes I search for the words that sound true,
but nothing will sound more honest than the common “I love you”.