"Missing you " , a poem by Kayla

today

i will walk the same path

through the grassy field,

perhaps

i will see you again,



like the purple crocus

does our friendship

face only one way?

or is it fleeting,

like a shooting star?



like the rising

of the morning sun,

and the sweet sound of the song birds,

i need you

to be my friend



i walk the path everyday

through the grassy field,

hoping to see you,

and at night

hoping to see a shooting star.