Missing Someone

It is a little hollow feeling.
A small ache in the chest.
At its worst,
It is a hard tight knot,
At the remembrance,
Of the time you spent together.
You can think about them,
Their quirks and idiosyncrasies,
Their little mannerisms.
And inwardly smile,
Your heart warms and your ears are soothed,
By the sound of their name spoken aloud.
And the anticipation of reunion,
Is even better than the actual embrace,
Which feels like a homecoming.

Familiarity

I've become contemptuous.
Repeated patterns,
Viewed through a lens coloured by cynicism.
I am by nature optimistic.
But....
Contempt born of familiarity,
Is a hard mould to break,
Perhaps impossible,
Or at least not worth the effort.
Better perhaps to move on,
Before the fruit becomes too bitter and unpalatable,
And you forget that it ever tasted sweet.