By Storm December

Disclaimer: This is MINE do NOT use without MY permission!

It doesn't hit you till you go,

To the place where they would roam.

And you do the thing you do,

When you're usually all alone.


But then the day begins to fade,

And you've not seen there smiling face.

A face that seems a memory,

But you know it can not be.


And so you go about your night,

Hoping what you know is right.

But now there's nothing left to do,

And the silence tells the truth.


In the dark where shadows go,

In the place were they would roam.

You find yourself all alone,

And then it hits you.

That they're gone.