Back To Where It Started

I miss those cold days in January 

When you would come over and we would watch satirical comedy shows

You would look at me whenever something funny happened

To make sure I was laughing and enjoying myself

I could feel your stare 

And your laughter echoed through my soul

It was the purest and simplest moments

That I enjoyed the most

They meant everything to me

Come find me laying on my futon

Reminiscing of those days 

I'll be waiting

Reviews

[LitStar]

i like how this both gives the writers perspective (inner, aie the subject intended) while at the same time making the reader feel as if you are speaking to them (outer)

the sentiment expressed here makes for a genuine write


-L.S

[ms. understood]

Thank you for your support!!

[Chris]

Strange how relationships work and the things we often see in another light AFTER they end.

[ms. understood]

It seems to be that when those moments end that we truly appreciate every little thing for what it was. Thanks for the support!

[Chris]

You shared some valid and precious insights.