Day 4, something a bit more raw I think, this is That Night

Do you remember the night,
it was the end of summer, we had just met.
I told you I wanted to not go inside yet,
we laid on our backs staring at the stars.
We talked about the enormity of life,
how we're all points on the grand vibrating web
of existence.

I said I felt our existences,
they were as close as any two points could feel.
At least to me.
I talk to you sometime, in my head, or out loud.
You felt far away even before you left.
I wonder if you miss me the same way I miss you.

Do you remember the same nights I do,
do you still cry about me,
do you still care about those moments.
I told you those feelings might be passed by time,
but they would always be a part of me.
I just wanted to tell you
they still are.

#poetry