Still

I still look out for you, holding on to a flicker of hope that you were involved in a scam of sorts - ooh I'd be so mad at you but you especially, will know it'd only take your finger snap to turn my resolve of roaring grudge to mush.

I still hear your voice, I get teased with subtle memories of the feel, taste and smell of you. There was a time I'd be disgusted but now, I crave them most - your vile morning breathe, the suffocating farts and sweat enhanced stench from time spent on the streets.

I still long for our brief moments of escape were for a couple of minutes, it's us two against the world - we'd laugh, we'd dream, we'd plan for all the tomorrow's we believed we had and then more.

I miss our friendship,
I miss our relationship,
I miss my teammate,
I miss my soul mate...

I miss you.