I feel robbed

Today I rose early to write a story.
It was for a class I am taking at school.

I wrote about a setting that was gloomy and sorry,
and for some reason it made me think of you.

And how i used to love the way you wrote,
your words would take me on a trip,
into your imagination- a place i'd enjoy most to hear of straight from your lips.

How I loved to see things through your eyes,
to feel love and beauty in all its kind.

But today I could not have such a thing.

Why did this bring tears to me eyes?
why do I bask in this pain without compromise?
why would you take away a light that used to make me feel alive?

I want you to take me to the hudson
and stare at the ice as it melts
feeling light and infinite
talking of poetry and art
sitting as equals
a way few has made me felt.

It is so hurtful to be shut out
when I have so much beuty to share,

how do i convey that you are one of my favorite writers
and it is you whom I wish actually cared.

Don't mistake my words for romantic one,
my dear that ship has long sailed-

but I refuse to sit here and lie to you,
for it is a friendship I desperately desire to prevail.