And yet another one x)

anda left before we could talk,
Before we could tell each other
Our feelings,
And how I miss anda now,
My love.

Why, oh, why?
Did they make anda leave?
Why, I ask, Why?
My tortured soul longs for your touch,
And my hands grab the air that
I imagine anda standing in.

I never stop thinking...
about you,
So now darling,
I write this for anda now;
Though anda may never see it,

I write it for anda anyway.


*For Dylan*