I miss you . . . . . . . . . .I really do. When the day ends ; the sunshine fades away. The darkness comes running; without a warning. I try to close my eyes , as to hide my sorrow. . But the pain; the pain will not leave me alone. I cry at the darkest hour of the night as I expect the silent to confort me. . But NO! The pain will always live in me. Your memmory. . .will stay with me!