Some of these days,
Oh, you'll miss me honey

Close your eyes and I'll kiss you, Tomorrow I'll miss you.

And if you need to kiss me. Then you'll most definitely miss me. When I'm gone.

When we miss it, it really does pass us by. Tomorrow presents another opportunity for awareness, but it’s never an opportunity for the same awareness.

The more we have, the more we miss.

There are some days when you miss yourself more than you have ever missed anyone else.

Now and then I miss you Oh, now and then I want you to be there for me Always to return to me I know it's true It's all because of you And if you go away I know you'll never stay.

Miss you.
Should I say it,
I would only miss you more.

If things far away don’t concern you, you’ll soon mourn things close at hand.

Evey day, there is less of me. Today I am thoughts without words. Tomorrow I will be a body without thoughts. And so it goes.

I need you more and more, and the great world grows wider, and dear ones fewer and fewer, every day that you stay away —

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but it sure makes the rest of you lonely.

But will you miss me? More importantly - will I miss you? Does either one of us really want to hear the answer to that question?

Tomorrow I too - this feeling and thinking soul, the universe I am to myself - yes, tomorrow I too will be someone who no longer walks the streets, someone others will evoke with a vague: 'I wonder what's become of him?' And everything I do, everything I feel, everything I experience, will be just one less passer-by on the daily streets of some city or other.