I miss you and it hurts. Every time I see your face, mostly at night but you’re without a trace. I look at the sky wondering where you’ve been. Reminiscing about the times we spent just listening.. to music, bullshit, our stories. We promised to be there for all of our glories. The kind of things we could only imagine then; cause our parents only left us with hopes and dreams. But I prayed, you showed up and we gleamed.