I hurt more than usual today
Thinking back on the conversations we had
About nothing more than our lives
Your Hopes
My dreams
We shared them with each other
My fears
Your demons
I find myself returning
To the place we spent our hours talking
Knowing you won't be returning
Doesn't end my constant yearning for your presence
So many unanswered questions
I still talk with you
Everyday
Only now I listen to what you say
Threw my heart not my ears
Our Conversations are still as endless as always
Just altered
In a different way
I write you letters now
Kept safely hidden
Only a black leather bound journal
Knows how much I truly miss you