One taught me how to speak Two taught me how to experiment And three taught me what passion was. Lessons of trust left them all. One for themself Two for me An three is still a question. All gave a hunger for a feeling An itch, scratch, burn A soft, welcoming mindset. They made me question my worth of being missed. I may not have found as many souls as you And that doesn't make you ignorant or in bliss, It means you are far more open and realize the difference of here and miss.