Dead ends

Every turn that I make ends in solid dispare

I bang at the walls but there’s nobody there

I look high and low but to no avail

I pray that the pathway will soon be revealed

I miss you my friend

I hope you miss me too

I have the same number

I’m just out of the loop

So much has happened to wedge us apart

But I’m working so hard to find where you are.

I hope that you’re well

That you walk, talk and breath

And maybe grown up a little from when you were least seen

I know that you’re out there

I just have to find

The right cupboard to look in

at just the right time.

Where are you? Contact me if you know where to find this person!!!

Where are you?