Sweetest Melody

Dear Melody,

In this page is what's left of me. A road often traveled on the left of me. The right may not be right. What's my destiny? Can't go back to the road where I found you. It's long gone. Nothing but faint whispers, hummed to me in song. I need to find you again, dear friend, where did you go? I can not hear your voice calling from either road. I fear that I'm losing a part of me. In my search of me. That's why I say on this page is what's left of me. Uncertainty and desire. Your inspiration I can not acquire. And I don't know if I can go on just withering to nothing. You can find me on the road crossing the lost and the found, I'll be hoping to hear you, your sweet Melodic sound. Or be here forever, lost, here and now.
Love,
Poetic