One day I’m missing.
Then after a day,
My family starts searching me.
Then after a while,
My friends are looking for me.
Then they start to panic
And try to remember
What was me on in the last day they met me.
After a useless time and efforts,
I’m still missing
They grieve for me for a while,
Then they continue their lives.
But I still miss
And always missing.
What was I for them
When I’m still around?
If I’m that matter,
Why nobody notices when I’m missing?
I guess I’m going to miss forever
Till I succeed to let you know,
What it’s like to live without me.