I am scrolling through my phone
I am looking for your messages
To get the feeling of what it was to be close to you.
I yearn for that intimacy again.
The time we spent laughing and sharing jokes.
It was easy talking to you.
Nothing was off limits.
I I’m not sure why it all ended
I I’m sure I checked your display picture
Many times in a day.
Its as if there is this obstacle between us, a wide deep chasm seperating us.
I miss our conversations.
I dont miss the other things that pierced my soul.
I miss talking for long hours
Without a care in the world
I had a dream again last night
Only this time I cant tell you.
Its the silly chasm again or maybe not maybe we are just what we are.
What are we?
I have no idea.
N.B. For Malcom the dark guy who also called me bons bons