Communicating through secret prose instead of "face-to-face."
Just two old souls;
Perhaps Wilde or Poe incarnate are we.
If forever is too much, then I shan't make you wait that long, my dear.
But, I fear, that if I come back now the pain will be too much for either of us to bare;
A scar I keep opening up again and again, it's time I let it heal better before I open it once more, letting myself back into your life unannounced,
But surprisingly not unwanted.
No, this little venture of mine will not last forever,
However, a place full of fanatasy and make believe may not be our best platform to speak.
I grow weary of being here, I must confess.
Maybe I shall go to someplace foreign to me, seek you out,
And begin anew.
Reintroduction: Out with the unintentional toxicity of the old and In with the shiny and new.
Ere I go for the night, I must add one thing:
You are always floating around in my mind,
Your name always on the tip of my tongue, unspoken.
And I hope, always, that you are well and thriving.
A song, one not heard in ages, cropped up in my head and it reminded me of us,
and I had to check in.
Hopefully it wasn't a bad choice on my part.
