When your loss was just a mirage…

i miss the frantic short phone calls

“Malak wake-up, we won’t have enough tanning sun”

i miss our beach trips

i miss pitstops we’d make for smoothies after biking.

i miss searching for your eyes in a room of crowded people

i miss the longing for your comfort in my discomfort.

most of all

i miss it when your loss was so out of reach.

i miss it when your loss was only a mirage.