There are times that I realize I have not  thought of you 

It makes me sad to think of how much you are missed.

The many people who had not the chance to meet you

What would your reaction to them be?

That is something of many somethings I would never know.

Would I ever get to know your reaction to the 

many things I do?

In the absence of you is where I hide

The places and the corners where many others died

In the mountains far away from the places where I have been.

In the abscense of you is where I roam again.

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