I'm lost.
Like a forgotten love letter of health.
Flowing through the atmosphere's cold, arid breathe.
Needing to find his way home.
Stamping his love that's untold.
Misplaced and gone,
Like me, I'm lost.
A road so oblique, yet seemingly plumb.
My feet, numb so they walk, yet him, he runs.
He's a blur on a page, far far gone.
I wrote him down, for love's breaking bond.
He's tough, now mossed.
Like me, I'm lost.
In a forest so cold with frost that scolds.
My letters they freeze and my words they fold.
Gone in the night never to return.
As I sit and think to say so stern.
Like the long lost letter.
Forever, I'm lost.
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Alexander Stephens
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