You

Today, with every passing minutes,

    My mind wanders away from me -

My laughter scrapes through the abyss,

    My tears break down my lips -

Is it you whom I have been missing?

   Or, is it the wonder of thy smell?

           Trance -

             Enchanted;

It embosses upon myself.

I hate it when I don't feel it!

     But then I close my eyes,

I speak upon thy image -

     I embrace thy bye!

I miss you dear!