Empty Spaces...
Recently, I decided to start writing again. My pen is rusty, and my brain seems stale... But I will try. This time I will try...
I miss my friends from the old days in Steem. Now, everywhere just seems dry and empty... But I will try, perhaps it will be my work that will bring them up again...
For today, please enjoy this old poem of mine...
Image by Harut Movsisyan from Pixabay
I am down here, been up all night,
I'm weary in thought, and lazy in sight,
I fear I'll be down here, all through today,
For I just can't let your text, look me away...
It's been long you wrote, same with I,
We've barely talked, or seeing eye to eye,
So this your little text, these storied words,
They bring a tone, they've struck my chords...
What do I do, what do I say?
Your three little words, they’ve taken mine away,
If I should respond, will time travel back?
"I miss you" is good, but isn't the good in the lack?
Oh, I've been down here, been up all day,
I'm quiet in thought, and blinded in sight,
I fear I'll be here, all through tomorrow,
For I've made a choice, and I'm not sure what will follow...
"I Miss You Too"
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