Yes.terday
I miss you.
A line thrown
into the dark.
A fish I once knew.
No. Not *that Fish.
But another one.
One I wasn’t supposed to like.
Too young, we’re colleagues, and with a synchronous twist of fate,
my best friends nephew.
See, she was last in line, comes from a big family,
so her sisters kids are actually around the same age.
But I digress.
A self-imposed hiatus,
broken for the right person.
But Confusion Reigned Supreme
And Guilt played a starring role,
in what was to be, one of the greatest tragedies ever told.
But wait, there’s something here,
something’s tugging on the line.
Surely not.
I don’t believe it.
No.
There isn’t a tug on the line,
but he has thrown me a rope.