I haven't written about you in so long.
I have spoken of you as a ghost,
so maybe I could forget you.
How could I ever forget you?
Your eyes, dark and mysterious.
Your hair sharing the same shade
of mystery.
I am attempting to live my life,
without you of course.
And I cannot find the love I
long for.
Things that stop me from remembering
your touch and your love,
are that of money and comfort.
But when I remember,
I remember your face.
I remember the plans we made together,
the adventure of togetherness that seemed
so right.
Where are you now?
I feel you, I hear you..
I am beginning to even see you.
Even in my drunken stupor,
I write of you.
I am suddenly without feeling.
Sex is no longer good,
high from drugs no longer distracting,
food no longer sastiates my mouth.
Jeofrey.
Please let go and surrender.
For I am doing the same.
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