Missing someone provokes the physical perceptions of loss, all over the human body.
As if a moment, things feel attached, the next something is well-known cut-off.
It causes the body a retrograde cycle of illness.
To her friend,
The friend who left the world too early.
Her heart filled aches encased in her body,
Bless made her soul ponder the state of her oblivious mind.
The motion of her feet walking through the grass of earth- the place the friend was no longer there- swallowed her detached numb auras under the soles of her feet.
The waves of the night stood in front of her eyes,
below the midnight blue sky.
The waves were strong,
and she drowned.
All of their moments during their lives meant something for the two,
she knew it did.
She saw the reflection of their spark in the blue eyes back in time.
Hatred came upon her missing it.
Yet the boundary between life and death, made her feel so fragile in this big world.
She wondered if they missed her too.
She was strong, however.
“I’ll go on, at least I’ll try,” she said into the night.
She’ll go on like she said,
Living the dreams that she felt the friend would have wanted her to;
As she has been coping for the past while now.
“I miss you,” and she angelically smiled to the sky, knowing the unknown through the night.