Tonight I picked up one of the
pretty notebooks I've made a habit of
collecting over the years.
A pretty notebook void of any writings.
So tonight I picked up my pretty notebook,
and I put a pen to the paper,
and I allowed the words to come.
It was almost like greeting an old friend
the way it felt familiar,
but then again so very strange.
It was a heartfelt but cautious,
"I've missed you."
With a wistful,
"where have you been for so long?"
as the reply.