it's been a while. . .

too long actually 

did i lose my touch? 

i don't know, maybe?

i wrote of tragedies,

i used my pen

to describe longing, pain

how i bled. . .

how i was filled

with bitter tears

how my heart ached,

of loneliness, endless, unforgiving, unrelenting fear

i rarely spoke

of happiness, hopefulness

i was a stranger to them

it felt awkward to even say them

yes i've been silent. . .

this used to be

my only sanctuary

my only friend, the only thing

that never turned me away

and then there was you. . .

i didn't need to seek

solace, fortitude, a warm embrace

didn't need to write i could speak

no more worries

no tragedies, pain is taken

away as soon as i feel them

no more fear

no need to bleed, nor shed any tear

i was home. . . you were home

but lately i feel

the urge to visit you again i fear,

in a little while it might

be just you and me again my dear. . .