For Those Left Behind

For Those Left Behind


In the stillness of my room,
I’ll sometimes think of you
And smile.
Picturing your face…you smile
And I wonder:
How you are,
What you are doing,
Do you think of me too?
And do you know
That no matter where you are
Or what you do
In the stillness of some lonely night
You’ll always have this friend
Who fondly thinks of you?