Irrational
It is irrational how much I miss you. Even though it has been a while I still think of you and wish you were around. I miss the letters and the encouragement and so many times just long to hear your voice again. Where have you been? Why is there not some serious emailing or letter writing going on at this point. Notes to express the ins and outs of our days and to share the humourous bits. Letters to say good for you, you are amazing, and never stop believing in yourself. I am afraid to some degree that I have lost those things. Where is my hero? The one who could always brighten the rainiest of days. The reason I go to the mailbox has ceased. You are missing, but yet I catch glimpses of you here and there. Where have you been? Why don't you answer? Could it be that I am truly so lost as this. That I can't find you in the emptiness that surrounds my brain each day. Something is missing, lost, gone. I want it back please if you don't mind.