I Miss Our Little Talks - Poem

I Miss Our Little Talks

And suddenly it was over,

The record reached its end,

now the quiet spin of vinyl replaces the music.

The phone stops ringing, the words run dry.

I really wish I’d said goodbye.

I honestly thought if I didn’t say the word, it wouldn’t be our epilogue.

You know how much I hate endings.

…

Sometimes your songs come on my playlist,

and I listen,

just so that I might understand what happened.

Sometimes,

I pretend that you’re just busy,

and I’m going to call you next week,

and this was all a bad dream.

And we’ll laugh about it.

…

But I remember that final hug.

could feel you slipping away before you even reached for me.

That’s when I knew that there would be no more tea in the garden,

No more late-night laugh attacks,

No more climbing of the old willow.

You were always the best hugger and that’s how I knew it was goodbye,

long before you ever said the word.

You were my first best friend

and no matter how much I try,

no one will ever replace that spot.

Whether you deserve it or not,

There is always a place in my heart for you.

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I wish that I could have said that when it actually meant something.

-Maia Nunn