It’s eight in the morning and i feel like doing a little writing,
Three hours have passed since the bed has been left in its present state,
Two hours since the darkness was broken by the first streak of light,
One hour since the coffee ran cold and the effect of the caffeine worn off;
Hey you – how have you been doing lately?
It’s been awhile and I hope you’re doing well;
Do you remember the hours we spent sitting by the park benches breathing the fresh air?
Have you forgotten the afternoons when we sat playing with toys in the middle of the hall?
Can you recall the moments when we enjoyed an ice cream on a warm summer afternoon?
Will you keep in your memories the nights we spent staying up chatting and counting the twinkling stars?
Are you still there when I need you around?
Or are you just a fragment of my imagination,
Nowhere to be found?
(just to make things a little more interesting, people who chance upon this post are welcome to guess what or who this scribble is about. I wouldn’t call it a poem because it simply isn’t up to scratch yet. Well please do personal message / text / facebook / some way some how tell me what you think. looking forward to hearing interesting answers!)