Saturday, April 7, 2012

once in a while

When you're away, I wonder if you think about me half as much as I do you?
I feel, pathetic as it sounds, a little incomplete when you're not around.
Like something is missing.
We don't have to be doing anything - reading a book in bed, lying on the couch or cooking dinner...
but you're still here.
Then when you leave, I still want to know what's going on with you, and visibly show this.
A call, a text - some contact with you.

But you, you're different.
Away in physical space almost means away all together.
Calls are infrequent and texts much the same.
I know it doesn't mean you don't care or miss me a little.
Just maybe your thoughts are not on us... or me.

In some weird way, it shows how secure you are with us.
Why do you need to tell me you're thinking of me, I should already know that you are.
Still, it would be nice if you could just humour me once in a while, and show me.
It would make me certain, that despite your absence, you do think of me and want that connection.
Not all the time, just once in a while.

Sunday, April 1, 2012

the gaping hole of you.


We were once inseparable, the answer to each other's questions.
The laughter to the silence,
the happiness through the tears.
The wine at the end of a hard, long day.

Time, space and countries now between us,
I sit here and sip my red on my own.
Adel is playing in the background
and I am taken back to memories of Spain, your kitchen and the pub.

Moments of us screaming lyrics that meant so much;
a reflection of our insanity.
Over the past six months I have tried not to think about what a gap you have left in my life,
simply because it is just too hard.

But sitting here at my new place -
the gaping whole of your friendship is hard to ignore.
I laugh half as much without you -
and am far healthier!

I miss you wench, your carb withdrawals and your coffee obsessions.
Your cross eyes and your hairy mongolian jungle!
Your attempt at running only to abandon me for some food.
I miss you so bloody much.