I'm Afraid Pencil and Paper Can't Quite Express The Truth by Richie Ares

Hello, dear friend
I write to you again.
This time to tell you how you've been
on and off my mind,
like a wraith
moving through time.
Drifting in and out of my head,
I stand in this nostalgic mess.

Here I confide,
and I must confess,
how I curse this concealed conflict.
I silently cry out,
calling for you.

Yet you continue to keep
that clinkety clank of cups
clashing in cheers of your

callous comraderie...
Congratulations..

Keep it to yourself though, please
because unfortunately

I can't partake.

In what seems to be an ignorant absence
I have found myself quite alone.
It's sad how the arms of Loneliness have shown
your arms to be insufficient and outgrown
(As they reach to pull me into the steps that only the closest of friends may dance)

So,
Tell me.
Where have you been?
For a best friend should never,

by Loneliness,

be bested.

This letter,

signed in pen,

and bound by the ties of friendship tested.

"The end.
A stranger,
Your brother,
Your friend."