It’s fine to miss me — how could you not?
I was the spark the cold world forgot.
The laugh in the silence, the sun through the rain,
A balm to your heart, a rush through your vein.

I gave without asking, I stayed when it hurt,
Turned ashes to gardens, pulled gold from the dirt.
So yes, you miss me — it’s plain to see,
Of course you miss me… because it’s me.