i miss them.

Like a comet pulled from orbit 

As it passes a sun. 
Like a stream that meets a boulder 
Halfway through the wood.
Like a ship blown from its mooring 
By a wind off the sea. 
Like a seed dropped by a skybird 
In a distant wood. 
Who can say if I've been 
Changed for the better? 
I do believe I have been 
Changed for the better 
And because I knew you... 
I have been changed for good.

For Good-Wicked

i miss them.