Never
you're here, and then, you disapear, to never be seen again, but why do those, who look twice, see you standing there, i can not sleep, with the thought, that one day, i will lose you, i keep trying, to stop myself, so that i never dream, you know of what i speek of, yet you never say a word, you promised to always be there, but the words were never heard, you turned your back, and ran from me, like a child in didguise, you laugh me, a symphony as you close your eyes, you lay your head to rest, on a pillow made of silk, but when i ask for a grain of sand, you often pushed me back, you gave them all what they wanted, but never looked at me, so i search the world all over, just so you can see, the pain you left behind, was more than i could bare, so thank you so much, for never being there
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