He is not dead
Don't kid yourself
No one dies over a person or a relationship
But the newspapers says that he has made a name for himself
His contribution to mankind can be found in every household
It can be used to cause damage or in times of celebration
Hes made millions
Lives in one of best pieces estate available around here
Drives the very best his money can by
Eat breakfast by the river
lunches on top of mountains
and dines up in the sky
Hes met a lovey young woman too
Not yet thirty but loves people, books and animals
Stands tall at 5'4 and makes his head swoon
No, he did not come to in me dream
We did not meet in a coffee shop on a balmy afternoon either
He found me out through letters, postcards and learning out my pet name
the same pet name he had for me
Time flew but it was still there
Not exactly strong like a spark,
it was a less vibrant but can still be felt miles away
through walls and glass screens
With each text and every ding of an incoming email
The anticipation, anxiety and general concern was there
the butterflies are asleep
We still talk but I don know what to think of it
I cannot say if he is genuinely happy under all the money, fame, glory and ***
He still has the same endearing face that I have always loved
not a grey hair in sight
He has changed though
he thinks before he talks
not the other way around
he writes too
such fine lines
Such prose
But I would be a fool to fall in love again
We only blanketed ourselves with the past
but we don't have the present or the future
I am happy for him
from the bottom of weary and faded soul
I will continue to tread ahead
but this..
this was nice