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.

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