In the mist,

amazed at the helpless loneliness,

sadness was present to remember

especially when I loved you and now intend to deny

full of rain and wind, turn to screams your memories:

perhaps imagining that you understand how I feel

How I miss you!

I was not the cause of the pain ...

And I'll wait until it dries the dew;

until you have no more stars at night,

Neither beautiful roses spring

How I miss you!

©Noris Roberts