What does it feel like to be missed?
Is it like looking at the stars
and they finally gaze back at you?
I imagine it’s like a four leaf clover
wanting to be found
how winter welcomes spring
all the snowflakes kissing tulips
Do you miss me?
I like to imagine you think of me
when you’re alone in your room
looking at the same moon I do
do you imagine me too?
Do you miss me like I miss you?
Éloa 