"missing" was a person

You can miss someone 
But only like a guest 
And never let "missing" be the only feeling to consume you all alone
But not sometimes, but often, missing stays in you like your only friend and you forget it was meant to be a guest
So when missing enters in your body,
It looks for noone but your heart 
And there it goes to sleep
To end it's long exhaustion 
Because it is tired
Because it is like a lost nomad who finally found a home
Read it again, I said home, and not a mere house
It's a huge feeling of happiness when a nomad finds a home
And so only a nomad, a lost nomad, can feel how "missing" felt that day when it also found a home in you.
It fell asleep in your heart
It was a warm place for it
It took a last breath there
And never woke up again
It died a painful, yet a peaceful death
It got buried in your heart
Whether you knew it or not.
Since that date, it's there within you and someone's memory never left you.
I know, you still think of them sometimes a little fondly because it was a nice friend, and sometimes a little angrily because it was supposed to be a guest but never left your home.
I know you miss them too
And this memory of " missing " will stay for long 
Until one day another friend in face of a guest arrives.

Comments

  1. I loved how you described this anonymous feeling of “missing” someone and how it will stay with you until a new 'guest' arrives.
    Beautiful!!

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