Hey Old Friend Poem by joel prosper

Will I ever stop re-visiting the tomb
Of every thing we had, the ghosts
Of these beautiful dreams keep
Re-surfacing, the sky light that
Turned into vintage, a pool of
Memories that drown my soul

Kissing goodbye didn't say it all
Holding onto the walls but cant
Just survive this pillow fall
Mummified by voice calls and
Every thing we shared may be
I was the problem.


Anxious to know what lies behind
The wall that we built but ashamed
To break it first, far from this shoulder
You used to cry on to the one that
Became a solution.