Category: Prose
Subject: Missing your friends’ presence
I sit here alone on the bench by the lake, where my friends and I used to gather. The wind whispers in my ear, as if each breeze feels their absence, reminding me that they are no longer here with me. The golden hues of the sun only makes the emptiness more obvious, creating shadows that stretch everything between us. I long for the warmth of our shared happiness and the comfort of our shared moments, but now everything that we built together was muffled with silence that surrounds the place.
All I can hear is the smooth rhythm that the water makes, it's like an endless murmur of a previous companion. Trees sway gently, their branches waving at me like an old friend waiting for me to join them. Yet, I remain here, alone, burdened by the distance and the passing of time. I long for the warmth of their presence, wishing our laughter could once again fill this place, as it did when we were together. Remembering it felt like a slow pull from the tide, pulling my heart, leaving an aching emptiness feeling. Nature also seemed to tell me that my life once revolved here, and memories once linger in the breeze, a quiet echo of what was.
I hold onto our memories, just unwilling to let go, and afraid of what will be lost. No matter how much I wish they were here, I can’t relive our memories. The more I hold on, the more they slip away—out of reach, out of time. Just like a leaf that once shine in the sun, now has been withered and dry and falling from the branch with a final, quiet crack.
I took the photo from my wallet, looking back on how happy we looked. Reality hit even harder on how these moments turned into memories so fast, like bubbles blown away in the air that popped so sudden. I felt like a leaf who went away along with the wind, drifting farther from them; distant like a fallen leaf from a tree.
Could this be the hardest part of losing a friend? Everything reminds me of what used to be—the place where we used to go, our jokes that only we get, how we tighten the bonds without forcefully doing it. Well, I guess it is not only them that I yearn for, but I also miss the facade of mine when I’m with them. Yearning and yearning feels like I've lost a piece in mine—an aching absence of “me”, which only lived within our warm friendship.
I chuckled, but the laughter was quickly replaced by a quiet ache. I know they are gone, no matter how I try to forget them, I can't bring them back here. The memories refuse to leave but they can’t return either, no matter how desperate I was. I yearn for their presence, for the laughter that once filled this place, and from my vision plastering their joy. I wish for these memories to return, but I know it’s a bitter pill to swallow—no matter how much I miss them, they have already slipped away. Long, long gone, like a bunch of leaves that went through many seasons, dividing from one another.
IMAGE SOURCE: γ¨γ³γΈγ§γ«. (2022, July 22). 岩εγγγiwakura shiori on Twitter. Pinterest. https://pin.it/5ix316nQv
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