Writing's Side Effects

Writing helps me process, the pain of a withheld goodbye, Each poem inches closer, but cannot bridge the gap, I sigh. To catch your eyes is a fantasy, I've risen over that now, If it's a formal closure I'm after, by myself I'll achieve how? Writing helps me reminisce, the joy of that fragile bond, Each poem helps me manifest, that relation with a magic wand. I can draw and redraw you as an angel,…