Are you proud of me?

Am I the person
you were hoping I would be?
Are you proud of me?

I doubt but who shows
the way back to sanity,
the way back to me?

Your voice and your smile
always with me in my mind,
I miss the old me.

I wish I could call.
I wish I could talk to you.
I wish you could see.

Time flies, I grow up,
up to your hopes? I don’t know.
You’re not here to say.

I lost direction.
The wind took us both away,
your ashes and me.