Left

I'm looking for you in the crowd, but I can't find you.
The thought of not knowing where you are makes me feel afraid.
At some point you used to be next to me and all the mess was easy to handle.
Maybe I let you go too fast, I thought it would hurt me less.
It's dark and cold, my knee hurts a lot and I'm thinking of you.
I wish I knew how to stop the sadness and the tears.
I may not be that strong.
I wish you tell me how everything is going to be ok, how this will pass too...
Instead of this, I'm trying to walk alone with my left knee hurting.
Each step is painful,the more I go the tired I become.
We are all alone and afraid, but  I still wish you were here.