Author Adelaide Green

iI can’t recall now the last time we spoke. So long ago now it seems. What was said to one another? I miss our conversations though they sometimes seemed useless or pointless. Time has taught me otherwise. I miss what I once had, what I once took for granted. I wanted to call everyday but I was so scared. What would I say? What would you say? Constantly worried I’d say the wrong thing or that I’d cry. But the wrong thing now seems like it would be been right. Just to talk to you, hear your voice. The one thing I miss so much. Because now I can’t recall the last time we spoke.