a story in progress

Sometimes when you are all alone,
Your heart cries silently,
Wondering why and how?
It seems that missing the shallow rivers,
Brings about the mighty seas,
But sometimes it hurts you even much more missing a person,
You see and hear too much,
Yet unable to do anything significant,
Than your heart cries again because now,
The shallow rivers brings about,
Boots and its share of spoilt,
Somehow you realize the person you miss and the person you need,
Is of the opposite sides,
It just seems to painful a try,
To even let the person come near,
Because a heart is still a heart at the end and,
Stone can never replace those whom you miss and need dearly,
Arround you the air might seem thin enough,
To dissipate everytime you passeth by,
But with each of your silhoutte,
Comes my heart a cry,
Because of the darling loss of that,
Of missing a person is just too much to bear..