Whispers from the Land of Dreams

I hope you're doing well
and not lost Hell, searching for
ways to blame yourself.
It's not your fault, I promise.
(What that promise is worth
is entirely up to you)
We're all Human, going through
Human Trials: blind, deaf, and dumb.
Burdened by the mistakes we made
when we were lustful and young.
Love is possessive, never learned to share.
Would wither and brown If I wasn't there
to the provide the attentive care
that is required to flourish and grow.
At least... Love thinks so..

I miss you dear friend,
one day, we shall speak again.