Dearest,
I don't know if I should call you that.
How long has it been?
Should I hold onto you still?
I don't want to assume things.
You should know that by now.
I learn from experiences,
I shared it with you
The smile, pain, hope, love
I'd like to say goodbye to that.
Another chapter is closed and done
Should we still be friends even now?
I'll see you when I see you
On the other side, perhaps?
In another time, perhaps?
In the next pages of a new book, perhaps?
Somewhere, somewhat, somehow,
In that long journey ahead of us
You'll be in my heart and in my mind.
I can hear warns and see alarms now
Inevitable when most of the time there is boredom,
It strikes hard especially during these trying times, even harder with thoughts of you along the lines.
My dearest.
One beautiful work has been closed and done.
You are (still) one hell of an art I love.
Sincerely,
MJ
YOU ARE READING
When Boredom Strikes
PoetryThe sun sets. The darkness came. When boredom strikes, I think of you all over again. Then creativity starts, the journey to memory lane now begins. _______ N.B: Keep reading. May you enjoy this roller coaster ride! -Marjwiiitty
