The Long Lost Friend

My immured emotions

Are asking for your tardy suggestions

Though they say I'm qualm

I'm hunting time to miss your warmth

I'm in a quandry

Having crossed my boundry

I have become a roving vagabond

Always trying to abscond

I miss that crazy time spent with my partner in crime

Hope you follow me the way:

The sun does to the moon

Lover to the boon

And musician to choon.