People miss others
They've left behind
Through the years
The mistakes
All the tears
They still long for

Your hand upon their heart
Your fingers pulling
At their strings
Tugging them in easy ways
Away from the hard roads
Into the relaxed grass

A second
A moment
An eternity
Of contact
With you
Is all they want

I don't see it
Don't understand
I left you in the past
Don't long for you
Don't miss you
Don't need you

Why do they feel
So predisposed
To want you
In their lives
Although you left
Long ago