PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I thought of you again today.

Actually that's not true, I think of you all the time.

A faceless figure in my memory, still so present though 5 years have gone by;

sometimes it still doesn't feel real.

That's 5 years of conversations we never got to have.

5 years of laughs we could have shared, mostly at your expense.

(see? I just laughed again.)

5 years of inside jokes and glances with hidden meanings.

(Somehow you always knew what I couldn't find the words to say.)

5 years of missed phone calls because I never picked up the first time,

5 years of annoying voicemails or demands to call you back.

(I'd trade every single one to hear them one more time.)

Anyway..I thought of you.

When I start to cry I think of you.

When I fall, I remember your hands picking me up.

When I start walking down the street, I imagine you with me,

struggling to keep up because something else caught your attention.

(Staying focused was never your strong suit.)

When I fight with him I wonder what you'd say.

When I can't sleep I make up songs like we used to.

When I think of all the things that have changed,

I don't feel sad because I believe you're still here.

When I think of all the times I should have said what you meant to me,

I'm comforted by the belief that you already knew.