We always joked about,
How you were my Alex,
I was your Rosie.
We said everything about that movie,
Depicted you and me.

Not realising what I was doing,
I had your number on speed dial,
‘What do I even say if he picks up?’
It had been months,
I think even more than a year,
What was I thinking?

I had everything I wanted to say all planned out,
Your voice rose up from the other end,
The world stood still for a minute.
'Hello?' you said.

A wave of emotions washed over me,
I could not put a word to those feelings.
That sense of comfort,
and familiarity.
Something that I missed,
I had forgotten all about it.

We didn’t have much to say,
but that was okay.
It was a comfortable sort of silence,
Just us both,
existing at this very moment.

I miss you too, Alex.

I never got to say it