Renee Thomas
What I miss?
I miss a lot.
I miss those sweet summer swims that we crave in winter.
I miss the days we spent just sitting there and realising how lucky we were.
I miss the long drawn out lectures from the depressed teachers.
Not because I longed to have more time sitting in the same classroom.
It was her.
I didn’t know much about her.
I didn’t know what her favourite colour was.
I was unaware of what she did on her weekends – did she like netball? Did she have a pet?
None of those typical questions fazed me.
It never crossed my mind to ask.
All I knew was, I loved her.
As times faded away, and she went with it, I began to see a lot less of her.
Her absence became a worry.
I had entered the avoided and unwanted dimension
that I missed her.
Renee Thomas
I miss a lot.
I miss those sweet summer swims that we crave in winter.
I miss the days we spent just sitting there and realising how lucky we were.
I miss the long drawn out lectures from the depressed teachers.
Not because I longed to have more time sitting in the same classroom.
It was her.
I didn’t know much about her.
I didn’t know what her favourite colour was.
I was unaware of what she did on her weekends – did she like netball? Did she have a pet?
None of those typical questions fazed me.
It never crossed my mind to ask.
All I knew was, I loved her.
As times faded away, and she went with it, I began to see a lot less of her.
Her absence became a worry.
I had entered the avoided and unwanted dimension
that I missed her.
Renee Thomas
