I think about you more often than not
How I long to meet you again!
And no,
Not in the normal physical way
I wish to meet the depths of you
What it means to you, to be you
I wish I could have moments with you again
I wish I could feel your beautiful long hair again
I wish I could take walks with you again
I wish you could feed me again
Only that I feed myself now
I grew up granny, I feed myself!
I wish I could still escape and spend the whole weekend over
I think you’d have loved how I turned out
Just like your first born daughter
She’s thriving by the way
And so are all your other kids.
I’ve contemplated enough times
But I still fail to fathom
Why life exists like this
Maybe you know the answer
How’s the other side?
Is it lonely?
Can you see me from there?
Is it dark?
Are you even there?
~ Liv