This Letter To You

I'm on my last sheet of paper,

 

As I write this letter to you.

 

Where were you last December,

 

When I was longing for your touch?

 

I spoke last week, to your brother.

 

He hasn't seen you in a month.

 

I still lay alone, thinking of you.

 

There's no one else out there,

 

Better for me, than you

 

I saw your older sister not so long ago;

 

She says you've taken the wrong path,

 

But I would never believe that to be true.

 

You've always been so perfect, to me.

 

I saw your friend the other day,

 

And he told me he hasn't heard from you;

 

But he gave me this old address.

 

So here I write, for my own sanity;

 

In hope that I have finally found my love;

 

Whom I lost so long ago.

 

Just give me a sign, an answer—

 

So I can sleep peacefully again.

 

I need to know you are still alive.

 

Love... me, your one and only.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written in 2001

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