When im gone to you ever wish i was there?

Do you even notice that im gone?

Do you see my empty seat and think where is she?

Do you miss my jokes? Or the things I talk about?

Do you enjoy me?

Do you wonder where my voice is at?

                 I knew i always talked to loudly

Do you miss the color of my nails or the tap of he my shoes down the hall?

Do you ever wish you could see the rings I keep on my hand?

Or enjoy my deep blue eyes as we talk in deep conversation?

Do you wish to touch my hair like you always do or tell me to take a shower cause it feels… greasy again?

Do you wanna take a hit of my pen? The one covered in stickers or do you wanna take another shot down?

Go to the thrift shop we always go to?

Do you notice that I am gone?

Do you wish i was there? Cause i do.