Ventuno

I'm begging for you to come back.
Days were brighter
Nights were longer
The breeze was sweeter
Nostalgia was stronger
Love was all enveloping:
Or was that you?

I'm begging for you to come back.
Nothing in this world is the same
Nothing around me matters as much
Everything is departing
Everything is distant
Everyone is bland:
Or is that just me?

I'm begging for you to come back.
I want colorful sparks known as moments
I want bountiful beauty to fill my soul
Consummation calls!
Information inquires!
Memories of you flit:
Creativity, will you stay?

Changes

Usually, reclusion is a gift that I'll never negate, but lately, reclusion has transformed into loneliness. I don't smile as bright as I used to, and certainly it's a cause of the massive change looming over our heads. I can't indulge in relationships that might have worked out, only because Time tells me not to. I can't engage on levels that I accustom myself to doing, and it's killing me. The luster is fading, and I don't know what to do. I'm being shadowed by fear, and all I feel is an infernal winter that puts to sleep anything that hasn't endured previous winters. Usually, change is greeted with open arms, but now it's stifling me with its bombarding lack of cordiality, and I can't resurface from what I see...

Nostalgia.

Sometimes the rustle of the leaves that scurry by is the only thing that tells me that I'm still alive. The subtle scrapes against the concrete remind me that I still can communicate without saying a word, without a single whisper. Although I cannot wish for a time like then to reoccur, I miss the complexity of my existence - the complexity you used to illuminate - and I miss the philosophical mazes we lost ourselves in for hours.  


I appreciate your beautiful absence - no longer is the air thick with guilt and pain - yet, on days like these, our synergy would have lit up the city. On days like these, your love would have done me good.