I miss the sun, miss the green and the warming wind,
I miss the sound of the waves and the seagulls singing.

I miss the dark, the full moon, Sirius and Mars,
dad and me underneath billions of stars.

I miss my granny beating me in Nine Men‘s Morris every time,
I miss romping with my cousins when it all was fine.

I miss the view out of my little window to the world,
and spending time with the three I’ve always preferred.

Oh, I miss,
but it’s like it is.
Oh, I miss,
cannot amend it.

I miss the soundtrack reviews casting on air,
I miss the ice cream, pizza and cinema chair.

I miss the confirmation time, and I miss Frank,
for the god discussions I would like to thank.

I miss our hearts on the screen, the three coloured in the flag,
I miss our soulmate talks and filmes with a snack.

I miss the time when I wrote songs from my guts,
not overthinking every line and chord, that’s it but…

Oh, I miss,
but it’s like it is.
Oh, I miss,
cannot amend it.