Dear you,
Hope you are doing good,

So many times I wish to call you,
Only to be stopped by your memories.

More bitter than sweet,
And the nights I spent with my worries.

Those haunting nightmares of loosing you,
Are now nothing but some distant concern.

I wish to inquire about you,
But stop myself from doing so.

You were my air, my notched breathe,
That's why you left me hollow and dejected.

I pulled myself from desolated melancholy,
And now ready to step in to reality.

You won't be there,
Now it doesn't even matter anymore.

Once you were my life,
And, Now you are just my forgotten fantasy.

    -ridaderebel