I love you, old friend.
I haven’t talked to you in a while.
Even in the midst of family emergencies, sickness and other unimaginable worries
I manage to miss you.
When I should be enveloped in these serious matters, your face creeps into my thoughts.
a twisting in my stomach, a sharp tickle that stabs.
a nag on my heart strings/harping on heart things…
The blink after a tear drops is full of “where are you?”
And
"why don’t you care about me?"
In your loneliness you’ve started infecting others with your same sadness.
A call could heal us all.
aw
