I'll be missing...

(This pic looks strangely familiar...).

As you triapse the steps at Montmarte,

Hide from the cold in London,

Feel the cool wind bite in Berlin,

And marvel at the colosseum,

Remember that...I'll be missing.

When you roam the unfamiliar streets,

Cursing at your tired feet,

Wishing there was warmth,

Away from the brewing storm,

Remember that... I'll be missing.

As you lift your head to look at gargoyles and statuettes,

Ancient mosaics and all things archaic,

Remember that... I'll be missing.

When you feast on baguettes and pastries,

Washed down with cafe au lait or your favourite dairy,

Remember that...

If I could...

I'd rather be holding you,

Travelling in the subways of Paris,

Marveling at the churches in Rome,

Buying union jacks in London,

And tracing the Wall in Berlin...

Than to be sitting here,

Trying not to tear,

With a cigarette dangling,

And my mood dampening.

Remember that despite it all,

These trying months with moments where I'll fall,

Despite all the crying and the failings,

I will still, and indefinitely, be missing...