the thing about storms
is that they are missed when gone

He the Aquarius (air) and I the Sagittarius (fire)  meant to be the true soulmates in our astrology,
He was the air to my fire as fire can't spread without air;
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But, everything is so changed now that nothing matters at all now.

After his exit from my heart and my life
No contact no text nothing from his side
Suddenly met him after so long
My heart skipped a beat when I hugged him a long
My hands trembled when I held his hand and looked into his eyes
I got frozen when I looked him just tears rolled down from my moist eyes
Heart asked; so what did you come back with
I replied; his fragrance in me

i miss those days where i’d **** on lollipops and cigarettes,
i miss those days when it seemed like you missed me, and you hugged me so tight.

those days when we didn’t worry about debt and the slanted kisses on ones wrist.

i miss those days.
i miss that one yesterday.

I emerge from underneath the ground
Dust off the dirt on my body and hair
When was the last time I came up for air?

I walk down the street and realize I’ve missed so much
My friends and family are different, grown, changed
The job I have has piled up more and more tasks, I guess I missed them

I make it home, it’s the one thing that hasn’t changed
The same rooms the same furniture the same clothes
When I look in the mirror I see a sorry face.
When was the last time I saw myself?

I keep walking in a dizzy haze
It’s all so different, I’ve missed so much of the world and the people I knew

I crave something familiar
Something comforting
So I turn my back on the world passing me by

I go back underground

It's been a while
I know
I remember
It's just that time flies so fast
And somehow I lost myself
And my bearings
And my visions
These days I wake up and I forget to pray
My thoughts immediately flying to all the things that need to be done
Problems that need to be solved
But in the midst of it
It became too much
So I ran
And now I'm back

I missed you
You were my source of release
The lifter of these burdens
Did you miss me?
Did you miss hearing me whine?
About every little thing?
Did you miss the way I would twist my words until they sang a deliberate melody?
I hope you did
Cause I missed you
And hopefully I'm back for good.

I want to write you messages
on small pieces of paper
and put them in the corners
of the advertisements on the A train
in the hopes that you will see them
and recognize my handwriting
and think of me.