It’s a wonder; here I am again and so is September.
My heart beats for you and for melancholy even in my sleep.
I’m restless and homesick with memories of you.
You messaged again, consistency.
I can’t help but miss you and miss me too. I’ve lost who I am and who I was but you know me. Message some more and maybe you’ll bring me back to myself.
I can’t still my thoughts or my dreams except to drag this pen across paper and hope the words convey the nostalgia.
My heart feels bruised again.
I’ll probably be right here, with dreams and a pen, every September; writing again.
Hope this finds you well,
-L
Sight Unseen 