There’s this old room of a friend left in my dreams

To which I have for the longest time not seen

On the bed untouched by the times

Not seen my dear friend, for the longest expanse of mind

It’s a place I return back to every few months

A quiet room to which I can grieve

To who I grieve, to who memory serves

Even I cannot believe

A man so faceless in my waking moments

Yet so vividly so in times else

A man so close and warm that even I…

Even I would doubt myself

He’s a person I held close,

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and then one day left

My letters falling by the wayside

His ears as if deft

There’s this old room left in the world of dreams

Just above a small shop as simple as it seemed

Up the winding stairway and through the door

My letters I wrote stay untouched, evermore

In my dream I can’t help but wonder

In my dream I can’t help but grieve

Who is my dear friend

And why do my eyes tears bleed?

…

Dear friend, I return once again

Time has past and days have went

How have you been, my imaginary friend

Who were you, who was I, In the end?

Dear friend, I’m back again

But was I ever really here?

Again I walk on these old planks

With you, no where near

…

In my dreams I see the face of someone close

Not a lover, but a friend I wish to see most

And if not for the loss of the day

I could not truly say

…

Dear friend I’m here once again,

My memories worn, my shoes bent

Dear friend, I’m wondering again at last

To what is our story, to what of the past

He left on a journey,

mirroring my own

Off to a bright life ahead

Never to return home