My U

In my solitude,

I still seek you,

Things that I can't ask you anymore,

I ask the mirror,

When you brush your hair-when you look in the mirror,do my eyes beckon you?

Do you still remember my smile,do you still whisper my name in your dreams?

I don't have a way to get back to you anymore,wish you would seek me out before my death comes seeking me.

I pray that you live a happy life and just once maybe before you wake up and after you fall asleep-think of me,just once maybe.

That's all, that's left for me now.

I am looking forward to meeting you again and not letting you go this time.

I am waiting for you to call me once by that forgotten name,before I can slip away from this unceremonious existence...