Poem Missing A Friend Novels & Stories

“Moon is a friend of mine and he spoke of you sometimes.” Curiosity gripped her. “What did he say?” “We were talking about regrets one night. He shared his story of losing you. I shared my story of how I met a human I really liked but I let her go. Sometimes I think about Amanda and wish I had invited her to visit me.” “Why didn’t you?”

The latter was like a Missing Piece and a light that she lacked and from the time they became best friends she never knew loneliness again. [ I urgently need a best friend like Rose and Lucy! , Guys! ]

"And give you this..as the token of my love.You are the rightful owner of this image of yours. “ Missing someone gets easier everyday because even though you are one day further from the last time you saw them, you are one day closer to the next time you will.” ********************************************** ~~Shrinkhla Singh😃😃😃

Mikael. They’d exchanged poems during university, folded words tucked into the corners of textbooks, ephemeral yet heavy. Shared coffee once—an afternoon marked by the scent of roasted beans and an undercurrent of unspoken truths. Yam gave him a poem about yearning disguised as window light. Mikael had disappeared after that—no message, no closure. Yam had archived that ache quietly, layering it beneath years of new experiences, friendships, and countless zines. Now, years later, a letter.

This girl reminded me of someone. Someone I lost. But I didn’t say that. I just smiled tightly and squeezed her hand. “Because you matter.” Her lips trembled. Her eyes grew glassy. And mine—burned. She looked so much like her. That sweet little girl who lived next door. My only friend when I had none. My only joy. The one who vanished when I moved away and never came back. But this couldn’t be her. She’d be... Gone by now. Wouldn’t she?

But now, as the sun spilled into the room, I was left to grapple with the aftermath of rejection. My phone buzzed on the bedside table, pulling me from my thoughts. I reached for it, and a wave of dread washed over me as I saw the notifications lighting up the screen. Messages from friends, family, and—inevitably—Roy. I hesitated before opening the thread with his name, knowing what I would find. **Roy: I thought we had something special. What happened?* **Roy:** *I can’t believe you would do this to me.* **Roy:** *You’re nothing without me.*

It's not like Jamie knew about what happened between me and Adam. “I could tell that your friend misses you. He kept asking himself why you disappeared without informing him. From his worried expression, I could tell that he missed you and is greatly worried about you. So there, I'm not the only good friend you have.” “Well, I guess you're right then,” I said, averting my gaze.

I looked to my side as tears streamed down my cheeks; it was a picture of myself and Cora that I had come across when I was busy cleaning. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I caressed the picture slowly, bringing it closer to my lips as I planted a kiss on it. "I miss you, Cora. I’d be the greatest liar to exist if I said I didn’t miss you." I took her picture as even more tears streamed down my cheeks. "Why’d you leave me? Why?" I asked as even more tears streamed down my cheeks. Was I really that unlucky? Was I that unlucky that I couldn’t have one good friend? Was I that bad that even the one good friend I managed to have had to be taken away from me?

My fingers grazed the polished wood, and I felt the hollow absence of Peculiar’s presence. “Peculiar,” I whispered, “you were my sister, my friend, my light. I don’t know how to go on without you. I miss you more than I can bear. I… I will try to live in a way that honors you, even though nothing will ever be the same.” Tears streamed down my face as I spoke. My mother stepped forward, murmuring her own prayers, and Happy pressed a small handkerchief into my hand, her face wet with her own tears. Lucy leaned close, murmuring, “She’ll always be with you, Jen. Always.”

We were caught in a fragile bubble of shared emotion, oblivious to the downpour that threatened to drown everything around us. “I missed you,” I said softly, my voice barely audible above the drumming of the rain, the words a vulnerable confession whispered into the storm. “I missed this. You.” The ‘this’ encompassed the easy camaraderie, the unspoken understanding, the unique spark that always ignited between us.