Letter To Izzy Poem by Rowland Howells Ibifiri Orumbie

Dear Izzy
I was just watching the home screen of my PC switching images and pictures by itself every 15 seconds and suddenly your picture came up. So I decided to write you a letter, it's been a while. How've you been? , Good, I hope.
You know, time is the greatest trickster there is. It doesn't really heal all wounds like they say, it just looks for ways to get your mind off the pain, keeping it deeply distracted till you slowly grow numb to the pain. It does so by using habits, daily challenges and even people to substitute the whole dilemma. It's a long mental process but usually it works in filling the gap left by that dilemma. But sometimes the hole left by the dilemma gets so deep that it stretches from the heart to the soul, and the subtractions gets swallowed whole. With enough more space in the abyss for you to lose yourself. You get so low that you begin to lose values in basic things like love, belief life, family and friendship. Simple things that weigh more and are big enough to bridge whatever gap.
Geez! I prolly sound crazy, but what I'm trying to say is let's not give time the chance to try to substitute both of us in each others mind with something or someone else due to our dilemma. We shouldn't give Time the tool to drill us apart!
Let's please Stay in Touch! ! !
Yours Truly
ReeZy