I really wish (insert wish) were here with me.
I dream (Insert desire) of seeing the fire we once had, right now.
I want to scream (Insert colorful metaphor), "Why a dream, why can't I see you again?"
Flesh can take only so much hate, and a heart easily breaks, my friend.
So those things we say every day, collect and destroy in the end, the way we see in the beginning, when everything is fresh and new.
"So! What's the answer"?
You ask.
In that know-it-all way of yours.
The answer is clear, my friend, for in the end, the answer has always lived inside you.
T.A. Dieringer.