MISSING YOU 
 

Do not stand looking for me on your way,
Sadly I am not here...
I am a thousand miles away from you.
 

Do not try to find my face
In those of hurried people on the busy pavements.
Do not try to find me sitting on a deck chair in a park.
 

For a short while I can not be with you
To share laughs as we usually to do,
To share secrets on our way back home.
 

But... I will be in the wind that blows,
In the rain that gently touches your window,
In the leaves falling with the coming of Autumn.
 

I will be with you in my thoughts...
In places we used to be happy together.
 

Sadly I am not here...
I am a thousand miles away from you,
Thinking about you... missing you.
 


At home. London, October 1990
 MARIA LUCIA DA COSTA