sunday poetry

to lose a friend
is a process
that never goes away

usually undramatic
more so due to forgetfulness
and long delayed phone calls
than any unforgivable sin

but this time
it was different
and I found myself
lonely,
and not knowing why

I can't say that I miss you
because that would be a lie
but I find myself a little lost
at this void you've left in my life

what I find myself missing
are all the carefully encapsulated memories
of laughs, stimulating conversations, and the occasional madness
without all the ugly little details

maybe i'm in need of a reboot