By Hana  cool_lashes311@tcsn.net
Date: 26 August 2000

Missing You

There are several things I like about you, Timmy Dear.
The way you slyly wink your eye.
How you gently, softly tickle my hand as you walk by.
The way you talk.
The way you laugh.
The way you sing.
The way you dance.  
As these things would happen, they would always make me smile.
But now, as I think of them, they always make me cry. 
Why do I cry?
Why do tears roll down my cheek as I think of the things you would always do?
The answer is so simple, Dear.
It's because I'm missing you. 

*written for TiM