I miss my old friends
And past acquaintances,
I miss the conversations
The shared integration,
Of like minded views
I miss the discourse,
I miss their presence
It can seem empty here,
In their absence
It’s like an echo,
It’s like a hollow void,
I miss them so much
They were my literary foil,
Yet I remain within this place
Writing to sustain,
My balance, my mind
And over all this time,
Friends have come and gone
Acquaintances are all but done,
Yet I remain here, carrying on
Is that wrong?
I just don’t know
I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to though,
So here I am
Sometimes alone,
Missing those that chose to roam,
I wish them well
Though I miss them so
I remain here,
With the lights down low.
fauxcroft 
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