It was familiar and nostalgic... We spoke as we always did... Your voice that of my imagination.. For rarely had I heard yours... Your quiet tones and manners of speech seemed so familiar... How I missed you so... My mind has been filled with you ever since... How I wish to know how you are... Forever elusive and out of my reach... I can only hope to dream of you again soon...
Fallschirmfuchs
Writing poetry now?