Missing you by Aryana Issa 

 

Here I am in the middle of school

Sitting on a type of box, watching cars pass by through the fence

Surrounded by silence and people

Wishing my aunt could be here

She could travel six thousand miles in seconds

If she were here we could be reading, calling each other names,

She could be playing the ukulele, I could be singing or even listening to her wonderful music or of any kind

The choices are endless

But no matter what we would do I would be happy because my aunt would be here

Missing you and will always until you are with me