My poet friends no longer are here to read
they are long gone...where I do not know.
Not a single clue at all
as we all are wrecked
yes, I know and its all out of the blue.
Life changes suddenly & I get it!
When things doesn't go our way
we take a backseat or just choose to leave.
Is it possible in some way
that some reconsideration of substitute
would heal us from beneath?

I need those bonds of friendship back
I need those sensitivity which would make me
come out alive..
Yes, I need it all back!!