Often.

There are many times in the day which your name, your voice and the memories we made re-surface in my mind.

It would be a lie to say I do not think of you. You are thought of with fondness. It was not a simple dalliance for me nor did I ever think it so.

I miss much of who we were together all those years where by simple screens full of words we birthed stories and emotions.

I don’t want to give up on who we were but part of me thinks if I don’t I’d be greedy in not letting go. You have a chance at happiness, something I honestly could not provide to you in real time.

I miss your touch and the feel of your words as you were in my embrace, words hitting by the pound as you spoke.

Reading Neruda. Buying those shoes. Breakfast at the house of blues and slot machines.

Embracing you, flesh upon flesh incinerating any doubt as our desires caught fire.

That moment as I got off the bus and how quiet you were sitting there watching me go. I hated having to go.

It was very real…..and still is.