Dear Mr. Chuchi

Dear Mr Chuchi (post-)

A note for Mr. Chuchi, for when he can read.

Dear Mr. Chuchi,

The world has grown cold on us.
Dreams have turned to rust.
Thoughts are bleak and minds are heavy.
The heart is crushed and weary.
I guess time has told us differently.

The thought of you is pain.
Tears fall like rain.
Happiness is fleeting.
Everything has an ending.
It was too good to last.

Dear Mr. Chuchi,
I guess it's time I really go.
Take time to heal and grow.
Emotions are reeling.
Oh this sinking feeling!
I lost my imagination.

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Every other day I still think
Though I don't dream anymore.
The world has lost its splash of vibrant colors.
The beauty I'd seen in things turned indifferent.
Where are you... Oh you lone stargazer!
Are you somewhere lost in space?
I hate to leave you alone in the maze of the galaxies.
The stars don't shine anymore.
I don't see them anymore.
The light threatens to burn out.

Dear Mr. Chuchi,
I guess you belong in space and I on earth after all.
Shooting stars and rainbows are fleeting.
They come to go.
Happy are those who embrace its beauty while they last.

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