Missing.

My sadness ain't about her anymore,
Its feel so painful, yet I enjoy it somehow,
The sorrow and despair,
In a way, a part of me,
Brooding in the corner of my heart,
Feel wanting to let it go,
But wanting it to stay forever,
To live in sadness,
Is to remember,
That we make mistakes,
That we are human being,
That we feel what we missing.