I often wonder if you will ever read these poems I have written.
I remember when we were younger.
How we used to share what we wrote with each other.
I always wondered if you knew the poem I shared was about you.
The events of today remind me of that poem.
It read something like this:
"I woke up to the most beautiful weather today, but it wasn't enough.
I was met by my friends, they wanted to gamble.
I was the only one to win. It was the most I had ever won. Thousands of dollars were added to my pockets, but still it wasn't enough.
I treated everyone to dinner. It was the best meal I had ever eaten, and again it wasn't enough.
I went home with a beautiful woman. I had the best sex I had ever had, but still it was not enough.
I reached my house to end my night. I noticed my phone screen glow, it was a message from you.
And finally a smile was brought to my face."
I wonder if you would remember this poem.
It upsets me that you do not write anymore.
I would argue my writing was better back then.
And yours was always better than mine.
Sadly today I received no message, the conversations are not the same.
Nothing has ever truly been enough to bring that same smile to my face again.
