Literature
Where are you now (nostalgic version)
Whilst reading old letters like cold headstones,
over come with nostalgia of days I had laded to rest,
found in dark places where no light has shone,
I shrink in fear of memories despite all of my best
attempts to forget as to find relief
from the things welling up from underneath,
thoughts of long nights we spent over the phone
sharing our hearts, and favorite love poems.
Oh what happened to those days
when we each confessed our own
worried not with saving face
and all was truth to be known?
Where are you now dearest friend. how distant we've grown
How in want of you I feel, here, writing alone