At a best friend’s cottage.
I miss you.
But I don’t know
If it’s you,
Or the you I knew years, or even months, before.
You’ve changed.
Or maybe I’ve changed.
Or both of us have since taking our own risks and choices.
We said we’d keep in touch, but did we?
Every time I see you
A flood of memories flash before my eyes
And then I’m not sure if I’m really seeing you
And I wonder if you get this confused vision too.
Time has a funny way of dividing reality and memory.
Conversations, jokes, games, plain old sitting at the table,
I remember.
I know you do too,
Because best friends don’t forget that stuff.
Time moves on but we talk of past moments,
Precious but irrelevant to the stories we each write now.
Time has a funny way of dividing people sometimes.
I can see my nostalgic sadness reflected in your eyes.
And somehow our goodbyes
Are never-ending.
Because forever can last forever in your mind.
Until we meet again,
I just wanted to say that
I miss you.
“I would rather walk with a friend in the dark, than alone in the light.”
-Helen Keller
*UPDATE: A few weeks after writing this post, I ran into my friend at a ballet awards show. It was a thrilling surprise and we got caught up for a few good hours. Funny how life can offer you the best coincidences… *
Thanks for reading,
thebookybunhead
thebookybunhead 
I don’t think that friendships are really based on space and time, but on something else. Not sure exactly what else, but I do know this: people will endure to achieve their goals, but on their journey they will change.
It is so beautiful.
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I love this. Sometimes I get nervous to see a friend I haven’t seen in a couple years because I’m afraid we won’t have anything to say to each other or that we’ll only talk about the past and then feel sad that we’re not that close anymore.
That’s how I feel sometimes too.
Really really love this poem. I feel like this so often >.<