Miss You

Sitting at the edge of my chair Comes crashing down a feeling uneasy and impaired dusk That describe can only be like, a lovingly dispair Sadness setting in, repelled by my needs And seeing how the bees go, how the palms stand so tall How can my heart feel so much yet express so little things Fewer than before, have I become a viewer of you? An outsider stands lighter, just with a light pole that makes it shine brighter Through the night or at dawn Why do I love you with no stop Through the happiness, some at times How you still manage to make me smile