A Story of The Most Difficult Time

I feel that missing you is the most difficult time in our story.

Some nights I even couldn't sleep well,

Some dreams were refused to dwell.

Then, let me continue to write the moments of fancy.

It was 2 AM, the clock ticked so loud.

I was still awake and erased my dream's cloud.

Remembered that you were somewhere far away,

That was quite make my mind wandered and go astray.

Rain fell down, and I guess it drizzled a bit.

For an hour or two, I tried to have a relaxing sit.

My effort was failed.

I gave up, I laid.

I cannot describe another word for tears.

For it can translate many feelings that are too complicated.

They saved what I have missed.

A pain that crystalized in a small piece of them.

Hey love, I miss the old you.