For Each Of You

Questions of morality,
Questions of immortality,
Whatever it was that amused you,
I miss talking to you.

                           But you've never really needed me.
Till today, your mind to me, a mystery.

My idol, my friend,
For you I feel Envy as much as Love,
To you I speak my mind,
and to me you speak yours.

                            But now we barely speak at all.
Like always, your love for me, I crave.

With nothing in common,
Without any commitment,
A side of me only you know of,
and sides of you I've never knew of.

                            But now you seem much happier.
As usual, our exchanges remain casual.

Friends, I miss you all,
I love you all.

On days when the rain seem to never let up,
I can't help but ponder and realize,
That loneliness is not a fiend,
Like a book, just a substitute.