When one travels,
from one place to another,
whether it´s our choice or not,
one always misses something.
From my life before meeting you,
I miss my books, my notes,
my lyrics, my music.
From my life after meeting you,
I miss you.
You are just missing in my life.
I know there is no way for me to get
all of my books, notes, music and
lyrics back. I might find some similar ones,
In the same way,
I know there is no way I can get you back,
and unlike my books, notes,
lyrics and music, there is no one similar to you,
you are this unique.
So here I go, traveling from one place to another,
missing something very valuable
from my life inventory.
Here I go missing you.