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Memory Missing

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In a crowded room
Surrounded, but all alone
i feel the touch that isn't there
And again i turn to stone

i am listening for a voice
i know i will not hear
Eyes i may never see again
Because of my own fear

So afraid i would lose
The answer to a prayer
Yet knowing all along
I was breathing frozen air

Dead memory alive again
Living in pages i fear to read
Because i cannot write
The missing pages i need

The book is unwritten
Haunting stories never read
The memories unforgotten
Dancing shadows in my head

What happened to the letters?
The understanding, the belief?
What happened to the friend
Whose words granted such relief?

Somehow i drove him away
With my madness and my fear
All that is left upon this page
Is a single solemn tear

For what i miss most
Is not the Dark veil of power
Or the Will that kept me
Sane every waking hour

What i truly miss is
The friend i cannot find
The long walks and talks
And not being left behind

i miss the friend who saw
Beyond what others glean
Who read me like an open book
Knew what my expressions mean

my dear friend is lost now
And maybe it is too late
To mend the bridges broken
Find the key to unlock the gate

So the Dogan of the Mind
These council memebers eight
Have decided to let it go
Leave it in the hands of Fate
This isn't so much an apology as it is a statement. i don't miss my former master nearly as much as i miss my former friend. For all i know, he hates me now. His insight, his view on the world... it was so unique, so inspiring, so very thought-provoking. i miss the conversations we would have, whether spoken or written. i miss his intelligence, his intellect, his logic. i miss his empathy most of all, the way he could read me like a book and put into words all the thoughts jumbled up in my head. i miss my friend, my tovarish. That's who i miss most of all.
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