I stumbled upon your gift today.
The one I never had a chance to give to you.
It was a poignant reminder of how things were.
And I'll be the bigger person and admit:
I had a bad habit of taking and never giving,
but I think it was because you were the only person I've ever met
who had never expected anything in return,
and that felt safe to me.
It has now been six months since I've heard from you,
and I still hear your voice in my head,
your melodic way of making every word you say sound beautiful.
I'd know that voice anywhere.
And it's just starting to sink in
how much I really miss you.
And I hope,
wherever you are now,
You think of me every once and a while
and miss me too.