okok... a poem it shall be

Old Long Since

My mind's in a whirl
A thousand arpeggios playing each a different emotion
Sometimes walking along this desolate road
I could almost feel you in my arms
And our hearts beating in tandem to the soft music
This sense of longing
Much awaited for and ever present in this lonely soul
Seemed to be a mirage of my mind
I would kiss the rain as it falls
Thinking of all the tears that ever flowed between us
As I smile them all away into the night