Once we were two ships lost at sea,
Searching for the anchor that would hold us ashore,
Until we ran into each other under stormy weather.
Little did we know;
The tentative arm of friendship we extended each other,
Was the anchor we needed,
To bring us back to shore.
I miss you,
I miss us.
I miss how you’d randomly tell me about your day,
How you would wake up in the middle of the night and text me.
I miss the silly emojis that littered your texts,
I thought them kiddish but they were you,
Your thing.
I miss who you were to me.
If I could take us back,
I’d take us back to the night I asked if you wanted to talk?
We were so close then,
Unlike the people we are now.
Shanah
Photo credits; googledotcom
We’re so used to letting go that we never bat an eyelid when people come into our lives and leave.
It’s when we realise that they’re walking their last steps on earth; that we take the moment to blink.
As the feeling of their presence or lack thereof registers, mentally and emotionally.
Then, do we appreciate the import of someone’s presence in our lives.
Simply Shanah 