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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
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