Nostalgia

And so you took a pen and wrote.

The room was dark, lonely and maybe cold.

But the words you wrote were like a winter coat

Will I get over all the tales you told?

Tales of winter, spring and summer day,

When we were together every time we woke

Took me back to when all was gay,

Clair memories, your perfect pen provoke

It was your soul you put down on paper

Purity of better days not ever to be seen

A candid spirit on a handwritten letter

Tears re-wet the lines where yours had been

Birthdays and new years shall not ever feel the same

And so, filled with a void every day became

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