Missing

Sitting back thinking of those whom I miss most. Family and friends, those who stay in our hearts till the end. Remembering times that have long since past. Those whom I lost way too fast. Heaven holds a few as well. sometimes missing them leaves me feeling empty as hell. Emotions hang in precious tears that I hold back .Not to worry those who might see, if they look back at me. In the end do we get them back, those whom we have lost, In the end will it matter most? Or do we remain a memories ghost....