Long time no midnight talk.
How's life going?
Are you happy without me?
Do you miss me?
Do you miss my voice? My laugh? My gripe?
Do you miss how we talk each other?
Sharing the pain; the laugh; the tears.
We were so close before.
Spending the time like there's no tomorrow.
Waiting the morning turned; the sun raised.
No more midnight talk.
How expert the time playing the game.
A/N: i hope someone would read my poems and told me about her/his feelings after that:)