thoughtsonthebus

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.