Lonely 💓

Sometimes 

The mind is a bit sad, 

There is a feeling of going away, 

Despair 

Dominates so much, 

That even putting a leaf aside hurts, 

It is sad to lose it,

It puts a question on itself. 

Where do you find 

Yourself between the symbol, 

The gain and the lost, 

And nowhere 

Do you find the missing?