My long time friend, he has returned, laying pain, upon my heart. And on my chest, my head, my mind. He is back, this time worse, no one's here. Wish I wasn't.

This is my curse.

Ignore this, for it is not a poem. Just something to ease my mind.

Screaming in the dark, you pause and await response.

This is what we have become.

I think it's time I up and leave. Packed my bags, collected pay. Time to push to a new day. A brand new place is all I seek. A different view is what I need. Find my self and start a new.

I'll sure miss you.

Revisit the spots, the ones where we'd talk. Just you and me. Look over the hill, and see the city. Converse about our plans, and how'd they never change. As I sit here, I notice how they did. That optimism died in me, lived on in you. We drifted away, like past days, washed away. Really all I can say...
Is
I miss you dre.