Not What It Used to Be
Time stretches on for eternity.
Weeks go by,
never seeing you.
Missing a crucial piece of me.
Constantly busy.
Not a minute to spare.
Only a brief word or two,
nothing substantial.
Not what it used to be.
(written on September 26th, 2013)
Weeks go by,
never seeing you.
Missing a crucial piece of me.
Constantly busy.
Not a minute to spare.
Only a brief word or two,
nothing substantial.
Not what it used to be.
(written on September 26th, 2013)
♠ ♠ ♠
This was nearing the end of an almost-year relationship I had, the lack of communication was obvious.