Like cold breeze that suddenly blew from out of nowhere, through the fences of my unforgiving home, I missed you.
Listening to Strange Magic with the volume up, I suddenly saw you and me in my head. Driving in your car on a starry night, heading home like the rest of the world around us. In confined spaces and cushioned seats, music sinks deeper within the soul.
I was mumbling the tunes while looking out the window, you’d sing the violins before I belt out the next “Got a straaaange maaa-aaa-gic”. Tears will fill my eyes like always, on moments when magic flows throughout the space between us. My heart will feel like bursting yet again, and I will fight the tears like I always did; look away so you won’t notice and I’d be smiling with grace, unfailingly, once more. This is when I’m happiest. In quiet conversations and melodic silence. You, beside me. Us, together in tune.
Yeah, we could do this.
No, this is exactly what we would do.
This is what I wish we’d still do.
I miss you.


