All Alone

Where are you, I wonder?
You are not here.
I've looked for two hours and still don't see you.
It's times like this I wish I had a beer.
By that I mean root beer.
It's not the best drink in the world,
but it helps take my mind off you.
I'm such a scared little girl.
Understand that I miss you, and I hate it when you're not around.
Because then I get lonely,
and I feel my temples begin to pound.
People wonder what is wrong, and I wish I could give them a clue.
But I'm too afraid to open my mouth and talk.
I might start crying because I can't find you.

(c) Mary Barren