How I miss you, poetry little describes.
A decade and a half, and then we haven’t met,
leaving me with your dirty nemeses instead.
How I long to hold you again,
to walk into trials unscathed, unhindered, and unhinged.
How I yearn for your companionship,
to conquer and not make conquests.
How I crave your mere presence,
one that permits reckless, careless, and carefree.
How I seek you,
faint hope a guiding light through caves of nothingness.
How I know you,
I did not. How I long to know you,
describe, I cannot.