Story

I write some stories.. time to time,
A story about me with a note about you..

I stumble on a piece of paper in midnight,
Reminds Me of you.. Time to time..

It Stands alibi to the days we shared,
The memories we weaved like a spider's

web..
The Misadventures that we encountered,
The companion that we had,
The security and Warmth,
The grin spread across the face,
The Sheen of the glaze,
The lone tear that escaped the eye,
Emotions that are now worth nickel for a

dime.
Forgotten..All over Time
I feel feel this restlessness,
I feel this missing thing..
I try to figure it Out,
Still can't get my head around.

No matter where I go, I will always be a stranger. Why?