What are you doing
when I think of your grace?
Are you fixing your hair?
Are you touching up your face?
Never had a chance
to know you but your name.
Always had the time
to miss you just the same.
Wondering what it's like
to look into your eyes.
I can't quite recall,
much to my demise.
Thinking of you.
Trying to cope.
Most important of these;
I haven't lost hope