I miss you.
Does that sound appropriate for me to say?
You've lived through my childhood, and you keep disappearing and reappearing again and again.
And now, here you are again.
I've miscalled you, but it went dead.
Don't know why, but I keep hanging and letting go and hanging over and over again.
Circles, is that how I am living my life?
I guess I never did moved on.
:')
