Dear Micah,
I sometimes feel you in hallways and
the sunlight between the blinds.
Motionless or watching
But silent
As I hesitate
And the space in the room is filling suddenly with only you
(a lot like your laughter , now floating on wings of insects)
waiting for my next letter;
to mold words I can only feel through foreign entities
plagued with silence and melodies you used to know.
Now dying with you.
There are a thousand ways to say I miss you,
Im too sad to write even one.
Aug 7, 2012
Aug 7, 2012 at 3:14 PM UTC
Dear Micah,
I sometimes feel you in hallways and
the sunlight between the blinds.
Motionless or watching
But silent
As I hesitate
And the space in the room is filling suddenly with only you
(a lot like your laughter , now floating on wings of insects)
waiting for my next letter;
to mold words I can only feel through foreign entities
plagued with silence and melodies you used to know.
Now dying with you.
There are a thousand ways to say I miss you,
Im too sad to write even one.
Your void is impossible to fill. Im trying to hear you. Youre missed friend.
4.16.92 - 8.15.11 <3
