Ink-drops licking the paper
With an art of nostalgia
Your memories;thoughts of you
Deep inside a burning fire
To spot even your shadow
Thats just part of my misment
Hands shaking,eyes blinking
That ghost of shared moments
Haunting my restless heart
Unanswered questions bubbling
Wen will we again
With smiles,whispers congregate.
The pen drops
My focus' on the paper
The picture of the times
Together we enjoyed
Emotions high,overan
The furnishing of the misment letter.
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