Its times like these that
Make me miss the meaningless things

Times like these in which I long
For our lengthy conversations

…your loving response echoing through
My imagination

Times like these in which
I yearn to feel your empty presence by
My side

Wrapping your airen arms around me
Allowing me to hide

I need you now more than ever
..Just to feel you by my side

I need your soft caresses
Your warming smile to shine upon my being..

But, alas my friend, you’re presence I’ven’t felt
for a while

But, alas, my protector, I am no longer a child…

Friends from my imagination
Can no longer help me through these times
My side you left, upon adulthood’s arrival
As if to say my growing up was a crime

It’s times like these that
Make me miss the meaningless things

But, alas…
What time was wasted shall never once again be
For I am no longer a child
Your tender words cannot reach me

 
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