There’s this old room of a friend left in my dreams

  To which I have for the longest time not seen

  On the bed untouched by the times

  Not seen my dear friend, for the longest expanse of mind

  It’s a place I return back to every few months

  A quiet room to which I can grieve

  To who I grieve, to who memory serves

  Even I cannot believe

  A man so faceless in my waking moments

  Yet so vividly so in times else

  A man so close and warm that even I…

  Even I would doubt myself

  He’s a person I held close,

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  and then one day left

  My letters falling by the wayside

  His ears as if deft

  There’s this old room left in the world of dreams

  Just above a small shop as simple as it seemed

  Up the winding stairway and through the door

  My letters I wrote stay untouched, evermore

  In my dream I can’t help but wonder

  In my dream I can’t help but grieve

  Who is my dear friend

  And why do my eyes tears bleed?

  …

  Dear friend, I return once again

  Time has past and days have went

  How have you been, my imaginary friend

  Who were you, who was I, In the end?

  Dear friend, I’m back again

  But was I ever really here?

  Again I walk on these old planks

  With you, no where near

  …

  In my dreams I see the face of someone close

  Not a lover, but a friend I wish to see most

  And if not for the loss of the day

  I could not truly say

  …

  Dear friend I’m here once again,

  My memories worn, my shoes bent

  Dear friend, I’m wondering again at last

  To what is our story, to what of the past

  He left on a journey,

  mirroring my own

  Off to a bright life ahead

  Never to return home