I wonder about you, about us, a lot.

Do you know I’ve written poems about you?

I still look at the playlists you make?

I keep up with the books you read?

I hope you think of me in the passenger seat of your car,

during the late nights when you want someone to listen.

I still feel your absence even after these two years.

You’re still here, still around,

but we are not what we used to be;

we don’t share what we used to,

too much that went wrong.

Our shadow creeps behind my eyelids when I think of what

I could’ve done differently, what you could’ve said differently

when it mattered most.

Sometimes I hope you’ll call; tell me you’re sorry too.

People change and friendships fade,

just like the shifting sun rays, morphing shadows.

But, just for a second,

I wish the world would stop spinning,

so I could sit with you for a few minutes more.

• e.v.

July 2023