Like a blip upon the timeline that is My life
I struggle to recall the time,
Though, not so long ago that I had entirely forgotten,
When days were consumed by your presence.
Whether speaking or simply sitting – basking in whatever
The environment offered us, it mattered very little.
I long for the stretch of time which seemed endless to
Once more return,
And to fill My life further,
Reminding me of what friendship felt like –
A foreign comfort now rarely received.