Missing You

The walks we’d taken together,

All the times you held my hand.

We’d walk through the soft grass,

Or on the beach, through the whispery sand.

You’d hold me tight,

Telling me nothing’s gunna happen.

And yet you left me alone,

Leaving me estranged and misshapen.

Now you’re gone,

Up into the stars,

Into the deep set of heavens,

While I lay here, burdened with scars.
♠ ♠ ♠
I found this in some old notes , apparently it's some unfinished piece from grade 12. I don't think I could finish it if I wanted, it doesn't sound like anything I would've written! (I'm not that good at poetry), but I actually liked this piece... so I hope my lovely readers like it, too!