The Missing Piece

I look through the window

The sky is crying

The sun is hiding

I know I may not worth much

For you to wipe my tears

To jump for my cheers

I sit on the bench

Browsing all my contacts

For you that I no longer text

I need a shoulder to cry on

But now I know,

To get the back, even I can’t

I cry and cry and cry

For I know that my tears will never stopped

So long, I can’t find the missing piece.

The missing piece,

21^st October 2011,2045

Mahallah Asiah, IIUM