Ancient Angst
I found an old notepad file
tucked away deep within
an archive of untitled folders.
It was labeled
'her'
Oh, lord.
I double clicked it.
"Oh, I miss my friend
She is the bringer of smiles and warmth
She is as sweet as Honey
She is the beautiful figure that populates dreams
Engulfed in a simmering girlish beauty
I remember her late in the evening, in the midst of sleep
How long will I have to wait to speak to her again?
I wonder this.
In my dreams she clasps my body as we embrace.
Our forms drawn together as one, lips melding into each other, I realize:
I was in love with her.
She is gone, but in my mind she lives on
As long as my memory sustains these images."
Close. Right click. Delete.
Recycle bin. Empty.
Phew.
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