Yawned

Last year, at this time, I was spending a lot of time with a friend who's no longer my friend. We ran. We biked. We played games of Scrabble late into the evening. And it was all perfect except happening at the perfectly wrong time.

So much of our lives comes down to timing.

As the fall comes, I am reminded, and it surprises me that I feel such a strong pang of longing.

Just take this longing from my tongue,
all the useless things my hands have done,
let me see your beauty broken down,
like you would do for one you love.