Remembering the bliss that was yesterday.
Striving to understand the truth that is today.
Longing for your arms around me.
Feeling only empty space surround me.
You don’t find this in story books. True life isn't make believe.
Dear friend can't you see, we were made to be?
But apparently it is not to be, for without peace there is no certainty.
All I can say is… thank you for your honesty.
