Old For the New

Separated by thousands of miles but still like glue It’s always been me and you; best friends As others grew apart from me, we only grew closer A bond severed, tied up, resevered again I thought of writing to you, in e-mail or through pen Words on paper mean something Words in the air are meaningless Every word that I wrote to you, “I mean this” All the days I miss you can’t be bought I will not forget the times we cried Not seeing each other, and wishing I’d die Missing you, I’d tell people, “Missing who?” Stranded in a place where I do not relate A place I do not tolerate, A place I cannot restrain myself from hating Forced here by things beyond my control From a place that I loved A place that I belonged to A place I put my heart into I traded mountains, for plains Grass, for weeds Trees, for plateaus People I love, for people I loathe Pros and cons measured on an unbalanced scale Forced to vote for the new when I loved the old Where were they when I needed help? Nowhere Where were you when I needed you? With me Separated by thousands of miles but still like glue