Somebody's missing - is it ?

Presence. Proximity.

The tricks the mind plays. And the moves we dance to.

'Where is you' ? I ask. And i muffle the whispers, 'Where am i' ?
I am confident of myself, my disbelief in absense. Of self. Of soul.
I am here. 'Ain't i', always ..

She is missing. He is gone. They walked by. They never came. We never met.

The long road. The never ending walk. In company. With self.

War heads. Flying objects.
Selective memory. Selfish rememberances.

Makes me think if missing isn't all about the 'I' in 'I miss you'...