Thinking of you

Thinking of you has been my naughty taboo.
For years searching the world for a little news.
Then seeing your name, searching your face.
Wanting to know all that’s took place.
You are alive!! You are well!!
I hope you’ve not found a personal hell.
Confusion takes over. What do I feel?
I must sort out What’s memory,what’s real.
It’s enough just knowing you are alive.
I just hope dark clouds never enter your sky.
So conflicted, so happy, my world torn apart.
What right do I have? There’s nothing to start.
The past is the past the future, anew.
Just many blessings Going out to you.


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