Sometimes I miss you,
I miss the laughter and the fun, but when the sun goes down
and everything is dark.
The sadness reigns along with anger and disappointment.
I wished I’d known you before you became possessed.
The fierce will to survive propelling you forward to the next phase of your life.
And then I came, your first love and things were good
until that evil witch put her demon in you,
Then you changed.
All those times you lashed out; was it the demon?
My enemy from a former life eons ago before the world was.
I know deep down inside you love me,
but I can’t see it when you hurt and abandon me.
The demon is winning, perhaps.
Yet I believe that love conquers all.
I hope.
For there is no loss where there’s hope.