mayawrites

Sometimes, the most important people in life
Are those who remind you
Of shampoo and cinnamon—
Made of sweet and spice and everything nice.

They remind you of a cold winter night
Where everything feels like
Rolling a six in Ludo,
Or the leaves turning green in the snow.

Or maybe they remind you
Of soft chuckles
And sweet, nonsensical reassurances
That didn’t help you at all—
But they made you feel like home.

Maybe they’re a curvy line,
Moving up and down and around—
The unpredictability of it giving you peace.
Because you know, no matter what,
Lines are infinite.
They never end,
No matter how squiggly they become.

You know a person is important when
The knots in your rope
Merge into one.
When time turns around,
And your imaginary friends of childhood resurface.

Because you know
You’ve never met someone quite like them—
Who waters you in a desert,
Who picks you up after a fall,
Who laughs with you,
Not at you.

A friend who I miss
Like
A plug fits
Into a socket.