They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don't think it's possible for you to miss me as much as I'm missing you right now

Childhood Is the Kingdom Where Nobody Dies.

I had a little sorrow, Born of a little sin.

Beauty never slumbers; All is in her name; But the rose remembers The dust from which it came.

Youth, have no pity; leave no farthing here For age to invest in compromise and fear.

I shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death; I am not on his pay-roll.

And what are you that, missing you, I should be kept awake As many nights as there are days With weeping for your sake? And what are you that, missing you, As many days as crawl I should be listening to the wind And looking at the wall? I know a man that’s a braver man And twenty men as kind, And what are you, that you should be The one man in my mind? Yet women’s ways are witless ways, As any sage will tell,— And what am I, that I should love So wisely and so well?