It feels like just yesterday I talked to you. It feels like just tomorrow I’ll get to see you. But I had no such luck yesterday. And I’ll have no such luck tomorrow. The summer brings change. The summer giveth, and the summer taketh away. The freedom to see you more brought with it the death of communication. The death of plans and places, of learning and sharing, of growing and loving. We never thought such a thing would happen, only longed for the freedom. Never questioning the conditions which would come with it. All the excitement. It’s coming. It’s almost here. It’s here, we did it. And what a glorious day it was.
It was the last day I saw you. The last day I heard your voice.
Sometimes I sit in the silence and listen. Trying to hear your voice. Maybe your talking about me, somewhere way far off, and maybe if I listen close enough I can hear you. And I do. I hear all the conversations we had. I hear your laugh, and that silly little voice you do. I hear the way you say certain words, the way you cough, the way you sigh. But then I realize I’m not actually hearing you. I’m hearing memories.
I wish you were here.
(Source: forever-twice)
