While letting out a long drawn out sigh, I realize just how quickly my mood can change.
by Erwick Brandon
But I shouldn't be surprised, it's nothing new, it's nothing strange.
I go from attempting to be hopeful and positive to choking on feelings that go hand in hand with melancholy and negativity.
There are only so many ways to say that this is the hardest thing I've ever had endure.
Where are you right now my love?
What are you doing?
Are you writing?
Are you drawing?
I can't stop wondering.
You're on my mind all day and all night.
Wishing so badly I could be there to hold you tight.
I'm missing our late night conversations.
Talking about everything and nothing.
Always turning nothing into something.
Who gets the privilege of seeing you when I can't?
Who gets to tell you good night now before bed?
It doesn't matter who it is I'm jealous to no end.
I'm jealous of all the eyes that get to meet yours.
I guess it's true.
When it rains, it pours.
All these thoughts flood my mind, keeping me up all hours of the night.
They're the only thing that keeps me company now.
I wish I could hear from you someway, somehow.
'(Insert your name here) is typing.'
Right now would be perfect timing.
To see those three little words on my screen would mean so much to me.
How am I supposed to carry on?
How am I supposed to move along?
Much like the weather I'm feeling gloomy and cold.
Hopefully soon I can pull myself together.
Until then, this seems to be the new me.
Lost and alone and missing 'your company.'