Nothing new seems to pass by me.
Only few occurrences surround me.
Nothing to make me feel desperate,
Nothing to make me feel longing.
I close my eyes to feel alive,
So tightly, I look upon another life, one not mine
But sweet and innocent, like an old wine.
There is a letter waiting in the city,
Miles away from me, and I am a bit silly
For I go, despite the troubles that it may bring me.
I yearned for a month
To hear from you again
Through paper and pen, an ink so blue
It reminds me of how our love is so true.
Words written so carelessly, but my emotions enthralled.
I smile, and my heart beats faster
In a way I do not understand, but accept overall.
A letter filled with poetry written by you
Who would have known, that I would travel like this letter once did
Filled with teachings of love, to see you
Shooting awake I see nothing new that passes me by
Nothing that could ever amount to her own
For only a few occurrences surround me
Here alone in my home