Sitting here by the light,
in the cold of the balcony,
listening to postrock music,
breathing in,
breathing out,
still slightly drunk maybe..

i miss you..

i like this cold,
haven’t felt it in some time,
or maybe haven’t gotten alone time
to feel it completely..

and breeze whooshes thru,
the leaves rustling on the tree nearby..
i stare at the tree
and it seems like an old friend,
a silent friend,
just being there silently with me,
what more does one need?

i miss you..

~ i wish i could talk about all this and speak all this random stuff that goes thru my head, when we are together, but somehow it doesn’t come out.. i just can write all this, so i write.. ~


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