…Words. There’s always more words.
Songs which cascaded into memories of yesteryear were playing again in my head. I love her. I love everything about her. Wish you were here. Right Here. I found myself finding ways and methods of coming home to find you. To hold you. To worship you as the new glass and jade idol that lays upon this path.
As I read notes and letters from you, I could hear your smile and the crack of your voice upon my ear. It was like it was yesterday. Yesterday when the gray of fall, of some year that’s just too foggy to remember. It didn’t matter. You were there. We were there, sharing ambiguous thoughts of capricious youth once again.
And there you were. Sprawled out across the ether and lying on your back. There, laying next to me, I thought you were an angel and my life had just ended before it even became good. This was reality, and you were there. We were there. Souls silent and damp. Damp then haunting me like a ghost who was never free and suffering in bondage… But I’ve built too many memories here. So many that they are now an entire room that I can call my own prison.
The low-fi rumble of a drum and bass ballad asking me “Are you happy now?” came into frame. Your voice was the voice of reason throughout the years. A voice that you could hear the love in, if you were that fuck up that called you at 2 o’clock in the morning just to say that they almost lost their life over stupid shit, and I’m sorry it’s been 20 years since we last spoke…
I looked at these words that I apparently scrawled in my own writing… But still…. Yet still I could not remember when, how or where. What I do know, is when I read those words, I could feel the other soul I had written about; and they, could feel mine.
Whoever you are, I miss you. I love you and I hope that we’ll meet again, someday.