At times I find myself wondering who I'd be if you were there for me.

Would I be me?

Would I have seen and gone through the things I did as a child if you were there for me?

Yet i wonder.

do you think of me?

What language do you speak?

Can you hold a conversation?

Can handle a fight?

What do you enjoy

poetry or singing or even reading

Things I ask myself day and night .

who would I be ?

Do we giggle the same?

Do we think alike?

I was told I look like you at times Could that be true?

Who are you?

And when my time comes will I see a glimpse of you?

As l ask myself who are you?

Time goes on as I continue wonder.

I only have a name and birthday yet it doesn' fill that void. The void I carry with me .

Was it me? Why didn't you try to look for me?

Or even write me a letter?

I'm only getting older with a garden haft empty. Could it be that this is the way it's meant to be?