Waiting, for you
Waiting for you, to show
Waiting for you to show, me
Waiting for you to show me, the wind
Waiting for you to show me the wind…
Good-bye not easy
Wishing I could go with you
Lost without your smile
After five weeks of traveling, I returned home and woke twelve hours later to one of my best friends. Andria’s plane landed and I met her for breakfast minutes later. I knew she was flying in from Miami and that we would have one fast paced week together in order to catch up and say everything that needed to be said.
I was connected to her hip. We saw friends, swam, partied, had deep discussions and sat, in silence, feeling content to know we were in the same room together. There is not one moment I would have changed. I could care less about the sleep I missed out on, the housework that was neglected or the writing I didn’t find time to accomplish. I hugged her every time I got the chance, sat next to her when no one else was and enjoyed every minute of our time together.
Her friendship means everything to me. She has been a constant supporter of mine. She has taught me about what is important and who matters. The people in our lives, they matter. She matters, to me. I feel blessed to have her in my life. I am thrilled for her success in Miami, but I miss her face.
We said good-bye minutes ago and I already wish we could have lunch, a sweet tea vodka and some pool time. I am blessed with best friends in Texas. I am thankful that only one left this morning. Andria’s our glue and even from Miami she keeps us together. Now we’re all in our homes crying over our best friend leaving. Each one of us claiming her as our own. Accepting that we share her every year and that we would have it no other way.
Safe travels home, my sweet dearest friend. I will miss you. I love you like crazy.
😦 I’m feeling like such a cry baby.
You and I, Friends
Without you I’m left searching
For more time together
Welcomed surprise arrives via sunshine
Encouraging her to bloom promptly
She’s found roseate and willing
Her blushing pink petals exposed
Brindled markings adorn her length
Hot pink showing her inner delight
Sublimely eager this hour, she waits
Pleased and confident within herself
Knowing already, the others, too late
Love winks when you’d rather ignore
Love consumes when you’d rather starve
Love explains when you’d rather stay silent
Love excuses when you’d rather blame
Love is consistent when you’d rather defer
Love proves when you’d rather theorize
Love believes when you’d rather crumble
Love conquers when you’d rather retreat
Love can be amazing, understand me, please