a letter to a friend

Dear Misty May, 

i cried the whole of last week

i missed the trees in my old campus 

and the flowers that bloomed week after week

today i took a different path

i looked at the world around me

i remember mordechai lifting my head up high

so i did this time and indeed i did see

a tree so golden bearing leaves like maple trees

and fruits in bunches like all those soft red figs

when i walked further 

the wind rushed through the block

and the leaves danced with it

i haven't heard the leaves sing in too long

i had company the past two days

lauren was here with me

and though all she did was stay, 

silently did she take care of me

when she asked me if i wanted warm water

i didn't hesitate and said yes

and all the days i never bothered

to make my silly bed - gone in a blink

i'd walk out and she'd be there

yesterday the sky was blue

now it is an awful gray

if only i could have you

if only then, misty may

i imagine i wouldn't be so blue

college is getting better

i think i might make it through

the problem is a lonesome home

dad says it will be a while, that i must learn

i hope it isn't true

i hope even as we grow up

and our lives change bit by bit

i'll always have you