What am I without you... Who do I talk to when you are not around. The time is slowly slipping as I watch the sunset, but I only think what it would feel through with you. Every little thing that once told my story, now reminds me of you... The sweet stars remind me of your eyes, a starry night. Your presence is as elegant as the sunset light, a serenade. At the end of the day even the birds return after the roam. But what if the person I miss is home..?