Missing You

Stretching her fingers across the water,
She reaches for me on the beach.
But darkness of night looms from behind,
Sucking her in like a leech.

Holding the edge of a warm fuzzy towel,
I feel the cool breeze turn chill.
I turn away, from the water's edge,
To make my way up the hill.

Sticks and stones dig into my feet,
Cutting deep into the skin.
Trudging towards the light of the camp,
Walking from silence to din.

Partying, playing and pranks all around,
It's fun time all night and all day.
Friends in good muse, laughing and cheering,
Begging their buddies to stay.

I shake my head in a corner of darkness,
Outside the rim of light.
Laughter and yelling ring in my ears,
Sounds from a rising fight.

Wishing away the pain and the torture,
I force myself to endure.
The knowledge of leaving what I used to share,
The losing of something so pure.

They say that you don't know, what you have got,
Till it is lost to you.
I watch from the shadows, silently suffering,
Missing is all I can do.

As day after day, and night after night,
They laugh, they cry and they mourn.
For a time which had passed, a memory lost,
When a dead child had once been born.

KC - 3/7/05