Rafting Rapids

Missing You

       Being far from a life 2 hours away makes it difficult to keep in touch with your friends. She could hardly get in touch with me for I felt life there slipping away.

        I visited her often, sitting on long car rides, seeing her face, smiling at the small moments,  watching time melt away.

          One time I visited her house, small cute dream land, a place where we made it come to life. I'd sprint out of the car past her parents, and spend time with her.

           Time is like money, once it is gone one can not get it back. Every moment with her I put myself into it. There was always the feeling of a missing piece but we got around it.

           She took me to her backyard, a place where we went mud slidding, and brought me to a hide out. It was new, something she hadn't showed me yet. We climbed over twigs,  sticks, branches, and she gestured towards the place.

             She smiles soothing her hand in the air. A tree lies by a brook, she nods my entrance. It is a place meant for friends, a place I am welcome in.

             I'd only see that place once, once can be a very sort time if one doesn't honor it.

             I remember visiting her, she sat inside my mother's car, playing on her game, caring not that we were parked at her house. Pretending to be oblivous I'd talk, relate to her game, laugh at the filters, and never think about the time.

             Ignoring time is a risky thing, time just may never hold certain things.

             My mother in the drivers seat would look back, a smile drawn on her face, and thank her for coming. I'd eye her, ball in throat, and smile.

              We watched, eyeing eachothers movements. Making up plans for next months or years visit. She would pretend with me, pretend that I'd see her soon. I staying silent would hug her, watch her walk away, and think nothing of it.
               I'd remember this moment forever. She would never know of how important that moment was until later. I'd miss her.

              I'd be at home waiting, waiting alone. She'd call me, I wouldn't answer, never. Fearing I'd cry, I would watch my phone light with her name, then dim away.

              I'd miss her short black hair,  soft heart spoken eyes. My mind would break me, prevent me from answering because I would miss saying goodbye.