Sorry is the word I often use,

when describing the way I feel about you.

Don't be are the words you always say,

when telling me everything will be okay.

But you didn't understand,

what I tried to imply.

And I didn't return for nothing,

please tell me how you feel inside.

I miss the things that you used to do,

the way you'd laugh and sing and redo,

your mistakes several times,

just before getting them right.

I miss you at the rise of the sun,

I want you to hold me at night.

I don't know why I discarded your gifts,

I'll love you all the time.