There is so much
I have done
after you left.
Ink and paint,
dried,waiting for you
to appreciate.
This ache
brings out
more of me
Me, that you
haven't known.
I am an excited child,
holding an untold secret.
Come, open me...
fill me again.
~ To some good old friends who moved apart, lost touch and never met again. In lives too busy to care, all of us need a real conversation... to open up, share more and fill each other with a piece of our lives. Somewhere, the longing still remains.
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