randomly, i grieve you.
a subtle whisper in my chilling nights,
your whisking shadow along my hallways,
the thought of you, wrapped in memories of us,
makes my heart heavy.
gut wrenching when every interaction turns sour,
sore throats, raised voices, and lack of understanding from someone i knew —
could read like a book, the back of my hand.
grieving someone who is alive and well,
wishing i’d have a chance to accompany
the journey, as well.
envious of ones who’ve seen you shine.
our lives are ahead of us, complete different,
than the children we once were.
oh, how we’ve grown, and apart we’ve become.