Whisper

floating on a log wondering where im going, hard to see land, absent in knowing. the days are shorter nights are longer the memory of u, is still fresh and new the laughter's i hear, your whispers so loud, your face i see in mist of a cloud. you've always bring me joy, not matter the times. i know your in a such better place,yet selfishness i still find. i wish to hold your hand,to lay in you arms. the feeling of needing you here, keeping me from harm. i've heard u can still see,for your watching down on me. the tears at night when i hold my pillow tight. the feel of weakness that plays a great part yet your whispers i still can hear, and as it comes so clear that frown becomes a smile.