Letter

It’s 4 in the morning,
early September,
I’m writing this long
needed letter,
The weather is changing
and the leaves are falling,
Your voice came like a
breeze,
Left me lonely.
 
I had this dream the
other night that you starred in,
Lately you’ve been haunting,
Anyway-
Your face looked darker
then I remembered,
I had a short glimpse,
Thought you were
better.
 
You told me the air was
cold,
And you had no one to
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