Lost ink

     Lost ink over my rambling
mind. Words. Phrases. So
many sentences are none.

     Empty the memories of you,
of those gone or lost, of the lies.

    Saddened of the hurt yet
strength given. To push up.
To press on.

    Listen to the wind as it tickles
my skin. A whisper of nature
calming the echoes of
   yesterday.

     Oh how to talk to you
once more. To ask simply,
"How are you?" Then press my
arms around your neck. To
cry of joy, relief.

    A new day. A new system.
I hope you listen. I hope you
learn. I hope your heart reads
the Truth well. I hope I get to see
all that have gone before me, into
a deep sleep.

  Oh Jehovah. I only want
to give my hugs again. To
finally be able to lose the
seriousness inside, to freely laugh.

   No longer be so reserved. To
show all who you see me as. To
be who I am.

   Hidden no longer.

            I miss you. Please listen.