Others put their pen to paper and write, write, write.
I longingly stare at mine remembering a time when we were best friends.
When one would not be without the other,
When the suns heat would plant soft kisses on my already dark skin,
Sending a cool breeze down my neck that would
send the sweat of my brow silently down on my paper as
if it were ink.
I remember when we use to be lovers.
And I would wake up and fall asleep,
You curled around my fingertips, letting me lead.
I always loved to lead.
I remember when it all made sense,
And I could find myself to you so easily.
Spending hours and hours,
Guiding you down the rows of my heart,
Letting you explore my mind,
How I miss our time.
