How I miss the way your mind could meet mine
especially during the most ordinary of days
when reality always seemed to matter,
And when things became special.
When we shared our thoughts.
I rejoiced at the thoughts we shared like paper notes,
quiet confessions wrapped in laughter,
Your quick Wit and thoughts on that altered the
Tides of even the darkest days.
They echo somehow differently.
I still search for you,
in the spaces where your voice
once brought laughter, tears and your presence.
Yes, I miss our conversations
Of course, I also missed the way you
could make life sound and be appreciated.
I yearn to speak and share with you
At least once more
About the Creator
Bruce Curle `
Greetings! I’m a Canadian writer, certified Life Coach, and actor with a passion for storytelling, creativity, and versatility.
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