maybe one day
our paths will converge
and we will,
once again,
be like two trees
who's roots tangled together,
life events that are felt by both,
thoughts and feelings known by each,
or two beavers-
did you know?
beavers pair for life
-stuck together.
but until then,
i will just wait:
wait for you to need me,
want me,
seek me,
to be part of your daily routine again-
those days of our changeless,
invariable, care
-i'll stare out my window,
and reminisce on the nights
where the cool air blew into my room
and my laptop screen,
illuminated by our conversation,
lit up the room;
while laughs and music and
a connection
was shared
maybe one day
we'll be back
YOU ARE READING
as the rain falls
Randoma compilation of short random things i write i likely wont respond to any comments just cuz i want to leave this up to your interpretation, and not let my intent change how you view what i write also this wont be updated consistently
