Reconnecting

Reconnecting

Three years have come and gone

Seasons passed

Birthdays came and went

Weddings happened and life moved forward

But I still missed you

Three years have passed

I am no longer angry

No longer sad

I have moved on in my life past whatever was holding me down

Yet I still missed you

Three years went by

I made new friends

Moved hours away

Became a new person

Damnit I still missed you

So three years later

Some liquid courage in my blood

I told you that I was sorry and missed you

To my complete surprise

You told me you missed me too

Now here we are three years later

Acting like old friends

Catching up on the last three years

Like it was just yesterday 

I've missed you

Three years ago I parted ways with my best friend.  Two days ago we reconnected. It feels wonderful.

My Author

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My Author

Who am I to question my author?
The person who writes my story
On the days my life passes in  a blur, those are the days that start with "and three weeks later she still couldn't shake the feeling"
The slow says are when my story is written
You know those days
The ones where time stands still
Where your biggest moments happen
Where you think "How did this happen to me? Why me?"
That's your author writing the heart of your story
My story
So tell me
Who am I to question my author?

Here's the first poem on the revised It's Poker Dollface.  I hope you enjoy it.  Next to come is a short story series so stay tuned!