Untitled - Leah Bonis '19

I often miss those i've never met
It's a strange kind of longing
One not a likely to forget
A dream I could get
Where people don't let
Lives crumble

I often miss those i've yet to meet
Those who will change lives
Make them complete
I often miss those i've yet to meet
For I long for the bittersweet

I often miss those who have gone
Off to another time or place
Who have moved on
So fluidly
They feel they are leaving but know they never could
For they live in the hearts of those that still would