Sunshine on a cloudy day.

I miss you.
To say everyday would be a lie,
every other day, the truth.

Doing my homework, I think of you
and it makes my stomach ache.
I try to push it, to the back of my mind
and keep my mind on what's at stake.

Looking out the window,
on the bus, on my way home.
Your face, pushes into my mind.
It makes me smile
and how strange i look smiling to myself,
but i do not worry.

I hear music, everyday.
So many tunes remind me of you,
so i dance and sing
foolishly, around my new place.
Pretending my audience is you.

As i stand in the rain, on a cloudy day.
The sun shines down on me and
I can't help but wish you were here.
I whisper, i wish you could hear.

I miss you.
To say everyday, would be a lie.
Every other day, ain't that the truth.