I’m Not in Your Life Anymore
Ore mi!
Ore mi.
I’m not in your life anymore.
You would never get to know that I smiled while watching your Whatsapp status, that out of habit I had tapped on the reply bar in excitement, only to catch myself mid-way and close it.
I couldn’t bring myself to react anymore to your happy moments. You would find it weird if I did that, I’d lost the intimacy of being a part of your life. Besides, you stopped replying my reactions to your story, the boundaries you set are too high.
I see you, my friend. I always knew you would do great, it’s sad that I’m no longer the person who hears your silent cries and your scurry sniffles in lonely places, away from the spotlight.
I wouldn’t be the shoulder you cried on anymore. I never liked hugs but for you, I would stand still with my arms wrapped around you until your tears dried up.
It’s sad, I wouldn’t be the first person to listen to your gossip and offer terrible advice that you surprisingly heed. I wouldn’t see your nose scrunch up and your brow furrow when I say something ridiculous out of the blue. It would be nice to hear you laugh and call my name in a way that emphasizes each alphabet.
I always unconsciously compare the new people I meet in my life with you. Nobody ever came close. I still can’t place my finger on what it was that made our friendship beautiful. Was it the fact that we never separated our individual lives from each other? Truly, our lives were like a bowl of spaghetti, there were no either, or. It was me and you.
At least I can still heart your Instagram posts, a sign of truce, knowing that we are intimate strangers. When I find a reel that I know we would both laugh at, my heart tugs a little knowing that I can’t send it to you and the loneliness grows like ice.
I miss us, ore mi.
When I’m with you, the whole world disappears and I laugh until my eyes blur with tears and my sides hurt.
If I could turn back the hands of time, I’d prioritize us. How lonely you must have felt when we were growing apart, but I was struggling with life too.
I’ll always have you in my heart even if I’m not in your life anymore.
A Tribute to Our Lost Friendship.
One who has unreliable friends soon comes to ruin, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother — Proverbs 18:24
Ore mi means “My Friend” in Yoruba.
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