I miss call his name
I miss seeing him
I miss hearing his voice
I miss knowing he's there for advice
I miss knowing he will aways be there for me
I miss playing with him
I miss seeing his face
I miss everything about him
Yes, if you can't tell I am writting about two people... One is my uncle who died when I was Three and the other guy was a guy I liked. So this poem symbolizes both of them and what they mean to me and how much I want to see them and want them back too...
