For You...
I never knew I would miss you this much.
The last time you left, you told me,
"I'll talk to you again when I come back, Tedd... Be happy."
I simply said, "Okay Tata".
I didn't know that "okay" would become the beginning of waiting for you.
Since that day, there hasn't been a single day I haven't looked for you.
I know you're busy, living your life, taking care of your work.
Yet something inside me keeps searching for you, every single day.
I don't know what it is, but it always finds its way back to you.
Maybe that's why I've written so many poems.
Poems filled with your absence.
Poems filled with memories.
Poems filled with things I never got to tell you.
And every one of them belongs to you.
Because you are the reason they were written.
Maybe, when you finally return, I won't be here anymore.
But if you do come back, read the poems I left behind.I never knew I would miss you this much.
The last time you left, you told me,
"I'll talk to you again when I come back, Tedd... Be happy."
I simply said, "Okay Tata".
I didn't know that "okay" would become the beginning of waiting for you.
Since that day, there hasn't been a single day I haven't looked for you.
I know you're busy, living your life, taking care of your work.
Yet something inside me keeps searching for you, every single day.
I don't know what it is, but it always finds its way back to you.
Maybe that's why I've written so many poems.
Poems filled with your absence.
Poems filled with memories.
Poems filled with things I never got to tell you.
And every one of them belongs to you.
Because you are the reason they were written.
Maybe, when you finally return, I won't be here anymore.
You'll find my waiting in every verse,
my silence in every line,
and the pieces of my heart I could never say out loud.
You may never read them, but every line carries a piece of you,
"Every word was born from Missing You".
By
Tedd..
Tedd..
