you without me... how will it be like the world so beautiful when I am not there gone to another where life cannot touch or see or feel me and you will still be there looking out for me waiting for me to show up at our usual times in the morning, noon and evening... your wait will go on hopefully and then one day you will be told that 'she' is no more meaning me will you be then shed a tear for me, warm sliding down your cheeks and feel me somewhere near you around you in you? ~amu