1/14/2011 - It's been a few years

I sit down at my desk
Wondering what to write
I miss the writing muse's touch
I miss my old desk light

I miss my old candles
I miss my old comfort zone
I miss the sounds of waves outside
I miss being alone

But what I like, of where I am
Is of course yet again

I have someone on my mind
Who loves me for who I am

We might have only met
And we might not know our pasts
But we're both moving forward
With each other's hands in grasp

My writing skills are rusty
But I'll work on them it's true
Because I want to write her love songs
And maybe even sing them too


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