Letter in the wind, words within tears, feelings felt in sighs (Letter from the Heart(for short) )
By: J-Madw509m
October 31, 2006
Dedicated to the memories of my dear old friends I my hopes of seeing them again sometime in the future.

Hey there, how’s it been?
Haven’t seen you in a while.
Just to hear from you after such a long time
Makes my face brighten with a smile.

As I look at you, I can’t help but wonder
What has she been up to?
To think that you’ve changed so much,
Such a difference between me and you.

You tell of your new friends,
Your new life, and your new school.
And your words, thought you don’t mean to,
Make me feel like such a fool.

You tell me how you love it,
The fact that you moved.
Leaving me all alone, left in the dark,
Makes me feel that from your life ... I’ve been removed.

When you shift the topic onto me,
My smile slowly fades away.
I try my best to seem ok,
But what am I to say?

A thousand things flood my mind,
All of them drained of happiness and joy.
However, there are a few
That I use as the perfect decoy.

But then I stop when I see your face.
You’ve seen what lies beneath my mask
As tears gather to your eyes,
And you say what I feared you’d ask.

It all shatters in my face.
All thoughts of hugs and chatter lost.
I can no longer hold it in,
As my emotions break free from their wall of frost.

I look at you once again
This time my face warning of things unsaid.
That storm of words, of tears unshed,
Bubbles up, I’m full of dread.

I spill it all... I tell you all
That’s happened while... you were gone.
How much I’ve lost... how bad I felt
When I was left alone... became withdrawn.

I softly tell you that it’s not your fault,
It’s mine for being weak
But then you scold me for my words,
And tell me to stop being so bleak.

We both smile, the truth revealed
Our friendship once again feels snug.
The masks are down, the tears are dried
As we continue to smile and hug.

I think these things while looking at an old picture of us all.
We were graduating from the past and smiling at our bright future.
Yet here I am, in my room, staring out the window, my mind so far away...
Thinking sadly to myself, “I wish I could see you again, and talk of our dreams, acting so sure.”